Her movements were poison; a solid one on the HP scale,
Her heart is frozen with eyes of daggers made to impale.
You need her so badly she's become lucid in your eyes,
You want her so madly her acts of cruelty are only but a disguise.
Her cigarette lullabies unwind you for sleep,
Her lack of commitment has caused you to weep.
You need her so wholly; she takes lead in your show,
You want her solely; your serotonin is low.
Her passion is the rush that cheaters only get,
Her actions are so cold, and you still love her yet.
You need her so deeply with everything inside,
You want her so sweetly your brain's been denied.
She's a fool whom rushes in where angels fear to tread,
She's a hypnotic succubus; lays lodging in your head.
You need her.
You want her!
The rest is unsaid . . .
