He injects his poison
I flinch, yet I want
Him oozing through my veins
Inching his way
Slowly
Until I’m taken
By forsaken means
Until he enters me
And a warm heat
In syrupy drips
Licks every curve, every crease
And I lose my balance
Lose my head
Lose my senses
Each lap, eases in
And I become more defenseless
The venom feeds
My eagerness, thickens
In my bloodstream
Like icing on a cinnamon sun
I'm gooey in the middle
Dripping and warm
Before him
—Stung |