Poison From The Fox
Sly, Cunning, twisted inside
Poison from the fox
The perfume he bought her, pure poison,
Venom from the slyest fox,
A fragrance that whispered with deception,
Lurking like shadows on soft rocks.
It danced on her skin like a velvet curse,
In every breath, a trap well-laid,
The scent of desire, sweet and perverse,
A promise of love that soon would fade.
He watched her inhale, unaware,
Of the danger that clung to the air,
Each note a lie, each whiff a snare,
Love’s sweet poison beyond compare.
Her eyes grew heavy, her smile turned cold,
The world shifted, the truth turned gold.
But in the perfume’s scent, old secrets sold—
A story of hearts and minds controlled.
she walks now in silence, the the fox her guide,
A heart once free, now damaged inside.
For the gift of love was a turn in the tide,
A kiss from the slyest fox with nowhere to hide.
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