What concord between the thistle and thorn?
Even love had an eyebrow to raise
The chameleon sees the green mamba in the grass
But what it is doesn’t matter
Just then the
scorpion falls fond of the cobra
She slithers as he hunts
The aculeus kisses the fangs
Steam of passion spiced in the cauldron of deceit
Strings attached to whatever we will have
I know the truth
The truths are lies
It’s after all a game
You land the honey pot
I want the money pot
So he shows up in the suit of darkness
Transformed into an angel of light
With promises of heaven to give
While I know he is resident in hell
I just swam across the lake of fire too
While our rendezvous emits heat
Every bead of sweat well concealed
Our hearts cannot be broken
I see your fangs of insincerity
And you see my aculeus filled with lovely deceit
I am lustful I agree
Yet i can tell you are loverupt
You mastered my stings
And I tempered your darts
Let us drink till our hearts bleed
Potioned drinks in poisoned goblets
The drink you brought
The goblet I served
Pains we trade in smiles
Hearts apart in miles
How can we both lurk at each other?
We both know we going no where
Though I tell you that
The bells will never ring
Your fingers will I never adorn
Bite a piece of me
While I Suck a whole of you
It’s after all dead on arrival.
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