fierce betrayals.

you fool me.
offer up your kiss of death.

is it worth the lust?
knowing you will die?

do not slake this death.
you are still it's slave.
it is a hunger
you did not ask for,
for the indecision,
your art is imprecise.

your bed-seduction
dance has yet to start.
you are already drawing me in.

it is a painful truth,
your kiss of death,
our wants, unwants.

i desire, but i cannot take.
will not take.

your offer,
it will be forgotten.
it is for the best.