Your kiss is all the aphrodisiac
any guy could ever need;
your touch is like a healing serum,
yet through the night you make me bleed.
Your every word belies betrayal,
your every sigh a serpent’s hiss;
at every meet you move the boundaries,
where once I felt I couldn’t miss.
Our time together once was fresh,
it seemed our minds were joined as one;
yet now you turn away from me
as if our time were almost done.
Everything in your kiss reeks of necrophilia.