Oh, pretty sweetie, what I’d do
To tear you open like a gift…
And I could have so many others…
So… why are YOU the one I need?
It’s all your wicked, tricky scent…
Narcotic notes. One sniff and *Snap!*
I’m caught. A foolish, helpless spider
Devoured by your Venus Trap.
Cursed be those sultry, burning cheeks!
And lips so plush — a tempting vice.
And hair like serpents of Medusa…
One glance and *Bam!* — I’m paralyzed.
It’s Nature-coded to be lured.
Moths to a flame. Fish to a hook.
Some beasts get drunk on bloody nectar
And me? I macrodose on you.
Your carnal petals spread like curtains,
Revealing flawless, scorching core.
My fever rises, pupils flare.
Addicted. And I’m craving more.
A flower in the Devil’s Garden,
One reckless touch and Hell to pay.
But for such sharp, mind-bending pleasure
I’d give what gold I have away.
And if you knew the scheme I’m plotting,
You’d think my madness was sublime.
Ha-ha… Correct. I’m going crazy.
I’ve got the vase. I’ll make you mine.