Contraband

CONTRABAND


Fanged like the gleam in your smiles
Clawing like the animal in you guiles
They say you could take down any man

Pointed like the daggers in your eyes
As shapr as the meaning in your lies
You were the Temptor even to Pan

Poisoned as the passion in your kiss
Deadly as the desire for your bliss
Age old, tried and true, evil of world's span

Heavy as the burden of your soul
Corruption be the nexus of your goal
Your words are now deemed as contraband


Poet Darká