Run away,
Run away, boys,
gentlemen,
flee from my venus flytrap,
my game, my barbed-wire snare.
run from my outstretched fingers,
a witty smile, those upturned eyes,
and such a sweetly poisoned kiss...
yes, run from my bloodlust whispers,
Black-Widow tendencies,
a smile, a kiss, a death-
run, and start the hunt,
and what a sweet prize i'll have
when this is over.
beware,
for as the famous poet said,
the snake hides beneath the pretty flower,
and oh what a bite it unleashes.
can you stop my venom?