Venom

Arms of nurture and eyes with light; gracious beauty I cannot smite, your heart is forgiving with intentions that are innocent and pure, but your tongue is a weapon, wiggling and acting so cruel. Hush, ginger blade. Do not cut down the ones who adore. I want to caress the violent flesh that vines away the cages of your teeth and swallow the vinegar that floods your cheeks. I beg for permission to devour the venom that rots your veins which remains hidden beneath the serrated blade. Your ardent heart, vigorously pounding in the miniature caverns of your cracked lips will be conquered by the pressure of you between the warmth of my hips. The lingering taste of cigarettes stuck in the gaps of your teeth as your smoke is filling my lungs. Please, keep suffocating me. Sweat and cheap cologne; your toxic concoction makes me shiver and groan, questioning if my dedicating admiration is nothing more than bitter jealousy and unnerving obsession. Locked away is a jungle with an uneven, jagged terrain with an unsatisfied, ravenous beast. Bite me. Infect me with the parasite within your core. I implore! Please, give me more. Drown me in your saliva and puncture my flesh with your fangs; break me apart-- piece by piece then pry from my trembling hands and wither away from my longing embrace.