Your Passion Is Poison
By sharmeka
Your passion is poison a bittersweet harvest of black urbs grown from your roots that strangle me in a sensual web you said, "Taste it" and I found your passion addictive this need to have this substance that inhabits my body is rising I need a supply of your countless kisses I need the antidote for lust does such a thing exist? Is it one teaspoon of anothers kiss and I'm over you? Should I burn a scarlet letter on your chest and throw a dash of voodoo in your face so you will be powerless? you want to send me fallin you want the satisfaction of saying "I've tried you out" like I'm top self liquor you pollute my ability to reason all I want, is to want you less than I want you free me of this brood I cannot calm take away this mood I have for you I should have said no when you said yes now its to late I'm a prisoner of your passionwritten many many years ago..more than seven years ago.. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 11:19 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"Your passion is poison..."