Oh, pretty sweetie, what I’d do To tear you open like a gift… And I could have so many others… So… why are YOU the one I need? It’s all your wicked, tricky scent… Narcotic notes. One sniff and *Snap!* I’m caught. A foolish, helpless spider Devoured by your Venus Trap. Cursed be those sultry, burning cheeks! And lips so plush — a tempting vice. And hair like serpents of Medusa… One glance and *Bam!* — I’m paralyzed. It’s Nature-coded to be lured. Moths to a flame. Fish to a hook. Some beasts get drunk on bloody nectar And me? I macrodose on you. Your carnal petals spread like curtains, Revealing flawless, scorching core. My fever rises, pupils flare. Addicted. And I’m craving more. A flower in the Devil’s Garden, One reckless touch and Hell to pay. But for such sharp, mind-bending pleasure I’d give what gold I have away. And if you knew the scheme I’m plotting, You’d think my madness was sublime. Ha-ha… Correct. I’m going crazy. I’ve got the vase. I’ll make you mine.