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Irresistible demise

Your lips are the sweetest poison
Your touch is smoothest sandpaper
Your eyes are burning me softly
Your voice is a deafening hymn
Your features, they draw me in
Killing me sweetly, deadly lover
Too late your truth did I discover
In the eye of the whirlpool I cease to be
Intoxicating my sleep to the last degree
Pulled in so deep to the tempt of your sin
So far gone to even begin
Poem by WickedRose