(L*ve's a four-letter word, <br />so, darling, don't you swear) <br /> <br />I'm sorry that I killed you, honey, <br />it's just that your sweet cold lips <br />were too entrancing (they hungered my <br />deft touch) <br /> <br />and your lovely red blood (like <br />all nice poison apples) seemed to <br />drip endlessly; tenderly, into my hot melting soul. <br /> <br />It was you that brought me <br />miracles, honey, it was almost a dream come true; <br />almost like True love.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fascination/
