Surrender

2001

There is no poison like your kiss
Cold and sharp and sweet
To make me want to drink to death
And drown myself in sleep

There is no venom like your hands
For coating me in honeyed lust
To make me want to swim in you
Succumbing to your touch

There is no spell like your embrace
To make the pain a place apart
Wrapped in your arms I can
Almost taste your heart