| Drabble - Poison |
[Mar. 1st, 2012|01:10 am] |
Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill
Eve slinked down the walkway of Saints & Sinners, grinning as she moved to the thumping of the song. She absolutely loved this song. Other than things that Bray wrote for her, this was her favorite song to dance to. What she didn't tell many people was why it was one of her favorites.
I want to love you but I better not touch (don?t touch)
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Alice Cooper had actually written it about *her.* No, she didn't sleep with him. Even a succubus can have standards, and he was WAY on the old side. Not that she could talk, but he looked it. No, she had driven one of his roadies to insanity while she followed an Alice Cooper tour but refused to sleep with him at first.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat
She *had* slept with that boy. Oh he had been a fun one to break. She had certainly delved into just running around and breaking people in the 80's. Hell, they had wanted it. Who was she to deny them of a little taste of her sugar? Eve had a body built for sin, after all. She had been happy to drive a man to ruin then.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison...
She bent over and flipped her hair over her head before leaning back against the pole, slowly sliding down it, breasts already bare when she had come out. She realized that, if she hadn't found love in Brayden, she'd likely still be breaking men left and right. She'd never really liked a man until him, much less loved one. The world is quite thankful for him, even if they don't know it. |
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