what little games you play
behind a shroud of innocence
devoured by tender affections
and words that reach to me like little kisses.
melt me with sly, dark smiles
tricky tricky, devilish steamer
warm me with your insinuations
turn me cold with these wicked games.

you're the poison in my blood.

05/04/2002

Posted on 03/04/2002
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