Light-Skin Poison Handle With Care

I’m not here to be pretty.

I’m here to ruin your focus.

Skin smooth like honey, but attitude sharp like a blade.

Back thick enough to make you forget your name.

sweet talk. Or soft touch.

Or Just that raw *** you been chasing in your head.

I pull up, I shut it down, I disappear —

and you’ll still feel me tomorrow.