Perfect lips
Once soft
Now stained onyx
With your own words.
Words that came so easily to you
Seething thick and smooth
Like molasses
Your sugar-coated language
Spoken fluently
With a forked tongue
And no twinge of guilt.

Strong hands
You used to build me up so high
Then pull me under.
The ones that held my heart
My soul, my life
For so long.
That were so gentle
But could have easily broken me
If you'd wanted them to.
Why didn't you?
My body should match my heart
So it'll look just right.

Gleaming eyes
Shimmering full of dangerous knowledge
Of your own tales
And your own deceit.
You have played you game well.
So much pride....
There in your gaze
I used to see myself.
I still see that...
Sometimes.
At least,
I wish I did.
I'm not really sure what I see now.

So much betrayal
Crawling in your veins
Waiting to be used.
Poison words,
Deadly actions.
Or so it seems to me.
An attraction so fatal to my heart
But I can't pull myself away.
Will it kill me?
Eventually, maybe...
But who can be sure?

I wonder if your own venom
Would bring you down?
Or are you immune?
Is that why
You can operate so smoothly
So cleverly?
Like clockwork.
You remind me of the workman
Who has done one task for so long
That it is his only nature.

Your beauty is that of the human world.
Shallow sometimes
But worth appreciating.
Just remember that it will fade
In time.
Your heart is a mystery to me
But it draws me in.
I want to know more
Of your secret.
Your soul is what corrupted you.
It is that of the serpent.
And you have lived the ways
Of your own
Those defenseless humans
Love you all the same
Don't they?

Its a shame that they know of you
But choose to ignore
That small detail
Of danger.
Too stubborn to believe
That beasts can be beautiful
To the eyes at least.
Your illusion is one of intricate design.
And I am caught spellbound.
Your venom
So dangerous
So deadly
Tastes so tempting
So sweet.
Seething thick and smooth.
Like molasses.
I wonder if your own nectar
Would make you sick?
I wonder if your own venom
Will bring you down...