These lips seep a poison without a cure,
Eluding conversation as it sounds its voice,
Only fireworks can spark from lips so pure,
Allowing one to kiss them - there is no choice,
These lips brush evil as they begin to flirt,
Sneaking in words to attract their prey,
Always desperate with insults to insert,
Not even Houdini himself could get away,
These lips have been deceived before,
Accepting things that could only be fake,
Shaking at anything that seems unsure,
Then stealing anything they can take,
These lips... will never be hurt,
With witty words and an iron will,
Only seeing their next victim as desert,
You can sense the strong intent to kill,
These lips seep a poison without a cure,
These lips brush evil as they begin to flirt,
These lips have been deceived before,
These lips - will never be hurt...
