Death Tastes Beautiful

You kiss like sin and taste like heaven. I'm aware of the poison slowly leaking from your tongue to my veins, but it almost has a hint of cinnamon to it. A blast of peppermint covers the bitter taste of my last moments. I knew death was beautiful I just didn't expect the sex to drip from its invitation. Your taste has a certain fluidity in seeping toxins into my soul. This most beautiful darkness I've never seen other than coming from your lips steals my breath in the most lively death; all I can think is: don't stop.