feed me poison
through your kiss
red like wine
seduce me into your darkened abyss
drunken state
sober thoughts
I think it's fate
when it's really not
your kiss is sweet
but also bitter
like a fine wine
my heart says there's nothing better
I wonder when the day will come
when your wine will begin to taste like rum
when your kiss will turn sour
the minutes will feel like hours
when your poison will fill my lungs
my heart
my soul
there will be nothing left of me
just a drunken memory
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Jessica Portnoy
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