How do you see the truth when love blinds you to a poisoned soul?
You exhaled smoky words and enslaved me;
enchanting praise enchained me to your heart.
You caressed my absence of self-belief;
the white heat of your kiss lowered my guard.
Your warm whisper wrapped me in your bondage;
bound my flesh to the power of your gun.
Blood pumped to the thrill of being hostage;
each second with you was destructive fun.
You blinded me from your diseased spirit;
hearing I love you lured me to your bed.
You bewitched me while we became liquid;
absence from your dominance left me dead.
—H, still aching from the kiss
