Mistake my words for knives
And take my kindness for hate to the heart
Allow my love to kill you like a slit to the throat
May my kiss poison your skin
And the bruises I leave mark you for eternity
Allow my core to spoil you rotten like a corpse
Mistake my nails for thorns
And the texture of my skin for Egyptian silk
Allow my body to tempt you like a snake
When gifted with thoughts may commend
Would you take a bite from the forbidden fruit
Or allow it to ne taken in the hands of another
And forever they will remain with the golden apple
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