A Sick Love
I love you, but I can't touch you. I love you, but I can't be with you. Why? I'm a dead man walking, Get too close, and you're a dead woman talking. AIDS is what it's called. That's a joke if I ever heard one. AIDS? Aids what, exactly? ...
Naga in the Night
I slither behind you silently, Approach you unnoticed, My sudden hiss alerts you, Startled by my closeness, I wrap myself around you, My muscles and my hiss, Calm your body tenderly, As does my poison kiss, In the black of night, Our...