FLEUR DU MAL

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.