walking apothecary

her skin tasted
of hemlock and nightshade
as i ran my mouth
along her inner thigh
my tongue began
to go numb and i knew
without a doubt
this walking apothecary
of deadly sin
would be my damnation
as sure as the daggers in
her bottomless brown eyes
pinned me to the mattress
a constriction in my
shallow breathing as
the room swam in a fit of
decadent beauty and pleasure
death never felt so
satiny smooth as she
threatened to drown me
in her fathomless depths

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