Your voice is morphine converted to sound
Your skins soft as the freshest snow
Your lips are smooth as polished ice
And your eyes are just as cold
You smile like an expertly filled syringe
Your touch is much more lethal than a revolver with a loaded chamber
Those kisses you give render me helpless
But I must admit I'm In Love With The Danger
Your body is some sort of fantasy
You belong in a magazine as something like a center fold
But the blood in your veins runs too fast and hot
To possibly betray the secrets your arteries hold
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A refined poetic imagination, Tatianna R. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.