Deadly
All her moments still seem to linger
& the sum of it all came as Eve gave me the juice of the forbidden fruit,
but I couldn’t do my thing.
She didn’t let me drink,
all she made me do was think.
But I digress…
My cries fell on her deaf ears.
So, for that, she couldn’t hear me
to bear the fear of the fight that was no longer in me..
Fatal, but I loved every wound,
no more of her heart did I have the capacity
or even the audactity to consume
But I didn’t let it stop
Because with every drop I endured
it just hurt so good
While the love was all but pure
Painful was her love,
Hell yeah, it was dire
But she sold it well
with one hell of a flyer.
But oh man, what I would give to be seduced but her mysterious sin
compelled by the passion and sexiness she kept within.
Feminity turned to murder as I could feel her warm hands become extinct
Lost without that touch
I’m back left to contemplate and think
Of that deadly woman
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