Poison by Dior
There it is again
Hypnotic airbrush
Painted over you
Thick as guilty sex
A signature scent
To sign away sense
It sinks like virtue
Through vanity clouds
Can be worn by both
Belly to belly
Will live on the tongue
In hair, clothes and brain
Years, dormant, waiting
For time to unstop
The hot phial of
Jasmine distillate
Comes in red and black
Blood or death - your choice