POISON

Your cruel device.

Cold hands ghosting over warm skin. Sending shivers up my spine. Cold hands exploring my body. Cold lips exploring my neck. Cold tongue probing my mouth. Sending shivers down my spine.

Your blood like ice.

I savour the touches I receive.

‘He came back,’ I marvel. I shouldn’t be so shocked. He always does. He doesn’t know it, but he’s addicted to me. To my looks, my body, my very presence.

I could feel his gaze from across the room, burning through me, sending all his hatred in that single glance.

One look could kill.

And here we are, inevitably drawn to the nearest deserted area. Inevitably drawn to each other. Me, in my hypnotic longing for that forbidden desire. Him in his anger, his disgust. In his undeniable need.

My pain your thrill.

Bodies entwining in a dance of raw obsessive passion. Making the air heavy with unspoken, acidic words.

I wanna love you but I better not touch.
Don’t touch.

And he’s gone, before I’m done, once I’ve barely even started.

I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.

I want to finish it. Every time I want to run after him, and force him to finish what he started thoroughly.

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much.
Too much.
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.

So every time I end up taking it out on some stranger, any stranger. Taking out all the pent-up emotions on them, leaving them lying in the dirt, barely conscious.

He doesn’t know it, but I intoxicate him. I’m his drug.

You’re poison running through my veins.

I know he’ll come back. I shouldn’t be so shocked every time. He always does.

Don’t you?

You’re poison.

Aren’t you?


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A/N: Can technically be taken as ANY pairing you want involving at least one male.

The meaning is what you make it. Even I have no set idea about it. I have at least three theories behind it.

Inspired by Alice Cooper's Poison.

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