You pull me in like a velvet snare,
whisper lies in the midnight air.
Every touch is a loaded gun,
but I can’t stop, no, I won’t run.
Dripping sweet like cyanide,
I taste the death behind your smile.
Tangled tight in your design,
one more hit, just one more time.
Venom kiss, lace my veins,
burning slow but I love the pain.
You’re the...
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