Feel Our Death.

Toxic, tainted, candy covered lips,
feel our breath, inhale our death.
Bitter sweet parting--from toxic depth;
taste the kiss of addictional power,
The hold we have over you is priceless.

Rated X, Sexual deception--it's urging;
feel our breath, taste our death.
Once you go over, there's no going back,
we'll lie to get what pleases us;
sex in the making, death in the waking.

We say, they say--it's all been said;
feel our breath, see our death,
we'll get what we want--no turning back.
We want you and now the story is at it's end,
the last nail to the coffin has neatly been placed.

© Megan Wheeler 2007