Lethal Exposure

You’re the arsenic in my coffee tonight,
I put my hands on your hips,
kiss me and hold me tight,
with strychnine on your lips.
Chemical baby,
poison bloom,
courting death for a lethal exposure.
You make me feel so alive,
you’re the smoke in my lung,
for all the plans I contrive,
you choke me out with your tongue.
You’re like ethylene you know,
sugar sweet and so slow,
like a nicotine high,
here’s cyanide in your eye.