Poison.

A poison sweeter than honey,

warmer than your afternoon cup of tea.

It leaves you believing that it’s enough to thaw your soul; for a moment,

or perhaps moments.

But it instead it leaves you

with a lasting sting.

An Irresistible fiery red

that’ll ignite you; from the inside out.

Almost like the forbidden apple;

it calls out to you, draws you in.

It feeds on your hunger; hunger for something you shouldn’t have.

A poison too sweet,

it’ll leave you thirsty,

with the need of something

to neutralize it,

to flood it down your throat.

A poison that would mercifully weaken you,

but despite that,

it is the only one you’re willing to take.