poison

He slips in my veins when I least 

expect it. 

Seeping his passions…

               his desires…

              his demons

into me. 

Leaving me for dead.

But the pleasure is worth the pain.

The fire that burns between our naked bodies is worth the ashes of two destroyed lovers. 

The way he fills my physical body is worth the emptiness when he’s gone. 

They say: 

“He’s toxic.”

”He’s dirty.”

”He’s tainted.”

      but no one ever drinks poison for the taste.