You go from a goddess to a serpent
and I try to keep you from biting
I wish that those eyes wouldn't stare at me
the way they do
and that you would stop hissing
and start kissing like you used to.
I know exactly what your venom feels like coursing
through my veins
but I can never turn you away.
Even when I know I'm softly dying, I choose to stay.
You make me laugh with your tricks and your licks
and I hold onto memories of your soft ways
but right now they are non existent.
All I want is to go from here to there
without your fangs in my flesh
and my body in seizures of the oh so familiar pain.
But the tantalizing way that you move
I almost feel like its my destiny to suffer your wrath
if only to be in the presence of your decision to love or hate.
I would be lying to myself to say that
I could live without your hot and icy ways
because the truth is I'm addicted...
To you.
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