What comes to mind, when some one cries out "poison"
Cleopatra's bejeweled goblet filled with an red elixir
Snow whites Poisonous red apple
cookies laced with white powder
It is hard to say and even harder to see,
But something so beautiful
could often have a guy running the other way
But I find myself running towards it
I don't fancy shiny red apples or drink
Its her lips I am after
sometimes red, or pink
natural, lined or glossy
luscious and pouty
I cannot say which one I prefer the most
but I stare at them more often then I would like to admit
Spewing out big words brought on my anger and confusion
spreading sweet nothings dipped in honey
empty promises, witty one liners
They have no effect on me
But I do wonder what it would be like to have them pressed against my own
at the most unexpected moment
away from peoples lingering stares
I imagine it to be the type of kiss that will sent my heart soaring
awaken me from my slumber
fix my horrible posture
and give me the courage to confess my love to her