Trouble Poem by Dakota Ellerton

It's as if she were mere poison to me.
Every kiss and whisper,
sent shivers through my flesh.
She's the uncommon cause of goosebumps.
My once beloved,
she was beautiful.
Every lie she told spun around me,
and every touch would excite me.
Her lips were as deep as the marks on my neck,
that led to a never ending lust.
She knew what I wanted,
and caressed me in the sexiest way.
If only now I could kiss her,
and whisper my hate for her in her ear.