What's more poisonous than his touch?
The feeling when your bodies sway
against the summer skies and dancing fireflies?
The look, the deepest browns mixed of gold
hastily unlocking your shy eyes in a spell, (can you tell)?
The taste of his lips clashing onto your own
Knowing exactly what YOU want, (is it not)?
The seeing, knowing, that you are loved?
Nothing but the best
Hoping for the worst
This lovely set of poison.