His mouth pressed unto mine,
Moving slowly like sands of time.
His lips tasted like honey,
It felt like he and I are meant to be.

But I was awakened by his tongue,
Stabbing me deeper— so much sharper than fangs.

I bled continuously it flooded my whole being,
Love I was seeking...
But found death instead of bliss,
poison I have taken not heaven,
which I have expected from his kiss!
Such sweet demise I have come across with, from his lips that kills!