Poison and Malmsey Wine

Sweet nectar upon lips when placed so gently.
A kiss, whispered love, cunning hiss unheard.
Stolen breath, gasping.
Charmed by the dance, blinded to the disguise words alluring, hungry desire longing for more.
Gazing into your eyes, lost in a pool of deceit, razor sharp claws hid.
Paint crimson carvings, caressing weak flesh.
Drinking sweet poison, this venom laced love seals the fate of death.
A kiss carved painfully, writing hate upon wrists.

- Silentpoet Grl