DESTROYING ANGEL
Imagine my surprise at finding you
So pristine
Not a suitor in sight
So achingly pure
So ivory white
Just a little taste
O, sheer delight
Can't help myself
A connoiseur
Can't resist your coy allure
Just a little bite simply won't do
I'll help myself to all of you Like an apple on a low hanging branch
Like a pie cooling on a ledge
Like a trinket within easy reach
How can something so sweet Be the death of me
The trouble with you
Goes double for me
Eight lives lost to curiousity
Caution gets tossed to callamity's winds
A fatal feast
A deadly delicacy
Preparing a plate for a dinner of fools
Poke a finger of Fate
In the eye of the rules
At the hem of your skirt
My trembling lips
You meet my mouth with apocalypse Like an apple on a low hanging branch
Like a pie cooling on a ledge
Like a trinket within easy reach
How can something so sweet Be the death of me
[Copyright 2010 by Dean Bonzani/Alpine Carcass Publishing]
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