if they said if i touched you again i'd die,
that would be absolutely fine,
that's not where i would draw the line.

if they said you were poisonous, one sip was death,
i wouldn't even pause for breath,
until not one dry mark was left.

if they said that your blood would infect my brain,
i'd smile as i bared your neck again,
getting high on your ruby champagne.

if they said that your gaze would turn me to stone,
i'd offer you every muscle and bone
as hardcore for your getaway home.

if they said that your lips would eat my soul,
they'd be welcome to nibble or gulp it whole,
pretend it's a vegan casserole.