Black Lust

Her crimson red lips parted enough
To see her fangs dripping with blood.
She looked to me with worn eyes
She whispered to me “you’re going to die.”
Fear and panic then set in
I felt so cold, empty within
She grabbed my hair
And pulled me into her lair.
It was a dungeon of lust
She whispered, “me you must trust”
Red fiery velvet hung from above
A portrait of a black dove
Her long black hair
Her skin so fair
Those lips of poison
I knew I was giving in
She kissed my neck
Evil she’d inject
The lust for more
I fell to the floor
She climbed on top
“I can make it stop.”
She whispered in my ear
I could feel death was near
Stroking my face
With her hands made of lace
I begged her to do it again.
Knowing well I was dying within.
She whispered to me “do you know my name?
I’ve helped others overcome their pain.”
She whispered again as the poison was flowing
“My name is Heroin, now here we go again.”