Ever at the tip of her tongue is a ready lie.
I never find her stumble when she spews this woven masterpiece.
Her deceit to her seems a badge of intelligence
and even now, I begin to doubt her name.
I very well know one day karma will catch up on this race
but upon all her cunning, she is oblivious to this fact.
The first time she spat this venom at me,
I so much accepted without resistance and let her wrap and consume me like a venomous snake.
For her venom looked as though it was without poison, and it was sweet.
