Poison

Reeling from the pain as her fangs pierce his flesh
he was defenseless, his heart a blissful mess
he feels her poison flow through his veins
a sensation that soothes like the sound of  falling rain

The venom that spews from within her soul
is like a captivating high that engulfs him whole
he's a slave to her now, he cannot escape her
the reason he cant let go? even he cannot decipher

Her wish, his every command and his heart hers to spare
people say he's stupid, but for some reason she's beyond compare
her venomous grasp flows through his every blood cell
the poison in his heart, would send any normal person to hell

But for him it's like heaven, he wouldn't let go for anything
because simply he was hooked by a smile so enchanting
her beauty was timeless, not only in body but also in spirit
he struggles to free himself and if he did, he couldn't bare it

He struggles when shes gone and kneels in her presence
he cant bare to be apart from her lingering essence
haunted by her hypnotic eyes, her charm and her warm embrace
to that cheeky little smirk when she blows her hair off her face

She's an angel, but she's also a devil to him
for her, he would instantly he'd go out on any limb
the battle in his heart goes on and when push comes to shove
he knows that she is poison, made of  nothing but pure love

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