Your Kiss of Death

Soft whispers of air, pass through his lips,
Standing still, her vision is full of only this.
Each time that his mouth moves, to form a word,
She thinks to herself, this is surely absurd.

Her heart begins beating, hard and rapidly,
Yet she endures this suffering, quite happily.
Aware of every muscle, as her knee's weaken,
She is completely ignorant, of any beacon.

While captured in the depths, of his green eyes,
He gently pulls her in, taking her by surprise.
The warmth and strength, from his pale hand,
Causes further curiosity, of this perfect man.

His hand moves slowly, up the nape of her neck,
Sweet lips to her cheek, leaving only a peck.
Inside she cries, yearning for suppression,
Wild hunger, eats at her like depression.

As he stands before her, tall and strong,
She remains oblivious, to all that is wrong.
Her heart took a step, then fully leaped,
Into a love, which black poison has seeped.

This never-ending moment, has finally passed,
She cracks, then shatters; as fragile as glass.
Her anger swells, as she knows better than this,
Her fate was sealed, with a single tempting kiss.