Bittersweet Temptation (Written: 11/6/2012)
a poison without thorns
is like a monster without horns
and if i was here
i know you'd be there
temptation kills
as if you swallowed pearls and slurs
in the beginning of Sunday morning
your body quivers
as she raises herself onto the pole
she's not a stripper
but an artist, she told
you have a girlfriend
a good life
everything you could ask for
but this temptation
is sinking its teeth into your skin
the poison is spreading
and you don't know where to begin
the monster inside of you
just wants to eat her all up
taking her all in
like this is just purely lust
fighting back is the only medicine
but you give in
to the poison without thorns
called temptation.
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