These lips of mine are so poison its deadly,
It a beautiful siren pulling you in with an intoxicating medley,
As plump and juicy as a Georgia peach,
A drop of water in the desert just out of your reach,
I pity the guy who falls in love with them at first sight,
Because whats seen during the day always changes at night,
And this tongue cuts deeper than the sharpest of blades,
Yet you listen deeply as the water cascades,
Words flow from my mouth ready to sink in,
Blasphemous treacherous unrepentant sin,
And as he becomes infatuated by the idea of tragic bliss,
Just as juliet tried to end her life with poison from a kiss,
The same lips that kissed my grandmother goodbye,
Are the same ones I use so blatantly to lie,
The ones I used to get picked on for as if I should carry shame,
But now its the 1 thing guys remember before my name,
Its my right to carry a weapon yet its in plain sight,
The forbidden fruit that you eat although its not right.
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