A song of poison spewed on the silent lips.
She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue.
Then she showed her fangs slyly.
To ignite fear in me.
A warning sign that she is ready to sink deep within,
Deep into my skin, she bites.
The bite is not the worst,
As she disguised it as a kiss
Then she watched and waited
For the venom to overshadow me.
Yet she didn’t know before this,
I made her venomoid in her sleep.
I had to let her know that my precaution isn’t weak.
Hannah 
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