I contemplate only on the
Seductive lure of your cyanide lips,
Doing a victory dance over
My supple, submissive body.
I yearn to inhale your arsenic
Breath, laced with candy
And arousing aphrodisiacs.
I linger on thoughts of your
Whirlpool eyes and their hypnotic
Enticement of my yielding mind.
Your ricin kisses take my breath away
Leaving me floundering in agonising
Ecstasy; every cell in my body calls
Out for you in frantic desperation –
As if starved of oxygen and you the
Air I need to ensure my survival.
You've cast a spell on me –
Called addiction (or love) and
Every frenzied beat of my heart
Pounds out the letters of your name
In a crescendo of crashing symphony;
Burning for your touch, urging you
To mould yourself to my aching body -
So wracked with withdrawal symptoms,
(As my eyes blur and my stomach aches)
And this lovelust is so satirically self destructive
For whenever you heed my needy cries
And join your soul (such masterpiece) with mine,
Allowing my body to relax at ease in your arms,
I never ever fail to forget to breathe –
For what is lack of oxygen when you're my entirety?