My Woman's Venom
She is the virus that makes my blood boils
a shadow that races my path every were i go
the sweet burning desire that stirs my emotions
a venom that controls my veins.
she never bits my conscience
a spirit that keeps my soul alive
she is my pleasure,
the ring that beautifies my hands
a soothsayer who direct my future
the venom of my love.
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