Cyanide Kisses

Original Poetry

Her kisses were like cyanide on his lips,
But he was enchanted
And she was a turbulent hurricane
Waiting to wreak havoc on his heart.
He knew she was dangerous
But he chased the danger she bestowed
Upon his heart.

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