Virulent
Love such as this is virulent.
Caustic and toxic, this love burns my innards.
I burn for you.
I need no antidote.
This love is worth the pain.
Your venomous tongue lashes me.
Words cannot hurt me now.
Your eyes petrify me, Medusa.
But my advances will not be halted.
I need my venomous fix.
My blood boils,
Ready for your poison to contaminate.
Copyright © Dylan Quesinberry | Year Posted 2016
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