It drips from your lips like a popsicle melting on a hot summer's day.

Or it drips from your lips like a drop from a needle.

How addictive and vindictive could it be, a small taste, a sliver of the venom.

I can feel it through my veins as it reaches my brain, a numbing chill all over.

My fingertips are stuck on the edges of the table... let it be known you've drained my blood and filled it with a drug.