My Poison has a name so smooth
that to speak it is to taste honey from his lips,
to know the sweet fate I’ve chosen, and to not care.
My Danger holds a thrill so unique
that to walk away from him is to never feel alive again.
My Temptation is such that common sense caves to obsession;
when my head says, “Walk away”, my heart says, “Run to him!”
My Lover quickens my pulse
with the warmest of whispers near my ear,
he makes my breathing shallow, and weakens my stance.
He is my poison, my danger, my temptation, and my lover,
and to deny him is to deny myself.
Copyright 2014 Sharon Arsego