I don't, don't trust your intentions
I do, do want to go out, with you.
But I, can't, can't let myself give in.
You're just, just too dangerous, honey
Can't you see that, through
Those dangerously yellow eyes of yours?
And what about the air, when you're here,
With me, can't you smell it, the tension?
With your keen sense of smell,
So attuned to my blood and, my fear,
And your fangs, don't they come, at my presence?
You know that it's just not meant to be.
I'd love it, your car, so black and sleek
And fast, and cool, to ride in, see-
What it's like, to sit beside you, companion
Only yours, a soulmate of sorts,
A bond that's blood and chocolate.
Just wait, things come in due course
(or so I've been told, so don't worry).
But really, I shouldn't be saying, this
Is all too far above me, my mind
Focuses too closely on this tryst-
You've captivated me, my curiosity
Pricked like your fangs while your eyes
Bore into my back, the moment before I turn
And my heart flutters from the danger, the lies.
But you know it's all because of you,
This life, my life, my love, my trust
Yes, my trust, it's yours at last, isn't that
What you wanted to begin with? My trust?