Every drink served by her hand is unsafe
that's why I always use intelligence
when she looks away
I change cups with her lips
the poison of her lips is
better than the poison of the glass
because it is more painful
I can't even close my eyes
Even after death,
her face remains in front of my eyes
when I will die
some ants will come
I don't know from where
but those ants will eat my flesh slowly
My open eyes will keep seeing myself
getting eaten in her eyes
then she will come very close to me
and revive me with her kiss
I get ready again
to drink another unsafe drink made by her hands
©Ink of broken Heart
#EROTICNIGHT my first English erotic poetry. please support. #Nojoto #erotica #erotic #eroticapoetry
