Kiss of Death
she had those set of lips that seem so innocent.
As she slowly licks her lips.
Known for her dangerous kisses I become promiscous.
Wanting myself to see jus how wild things can be.
She teases me, motioning me to come closer.
Finally out lips touch. I feel a rush as though I'm losing control
surrending to her tonuges demands.
Losing visiabily, unable to see, my energy she draining,
my heart she's entangling.
As I grasp for one last once of stability,
she devours mind body and soul she captured me.
Now dieing I see it wasn't her beauty
but her "Kiss Of Death" that ended me.
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