Lyrics are sa pamamagitan ng Britney Spears. Some of you don't like her. Just look past that and at the story
“Baby can’t you see? I’m callin’. A guy like you should wear a warnin’. It’s dangerous. I’m fallin’.”
Yes, he really should wear a warning. Especially since Z makes him all the madami appealing. She slithered up to him, moving in ways she wouldn’t dare use with any other dealer. He was a special case. Her black hair, streaked with purple, framed her face. The torn palda hung inches above her knees and the fishnet stockings had gaping holes. Her green eyes blazed with desire and need. She needed a hit and desired him.
“There’s no escape, I can’t wait. I need a hit. Baby, give me it. You’re dangerous…I’m lovin’ it.”
His charm, despite his appearance immediately flickered on. It was always fun to make them work for it, especially the girls. Most of the addicts would do almost anything for a hit of the glow. And she was begging for it-with her body. He was the most popular dealer. He knew he was the best; he would actually go out and collect his product, unlike other dealers. His brown eyes were lit with lust, nothing more. The multi-colored hair hung around and in his face. His grin was equivalent to the Cheshire Cat's.
“Too high, can’t come down. Losin’ my head spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round. Do you feel me now?”
She pressed her frame close to him. He responded sa pamamagitan ng moving closer and holding up the Zydrate gun. The drug glowed brightly and she followed it with her eyes. He smirked and brought the gun to her neck, arm, leg. He teased her over and over until she whimpered. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers then injected the liquid into her system. The bloom of it in her veins was completely wonderful. Her eyelids drooped and a dopey smile graced across her face. She sunk to the ground; he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride. You’re toxic; I’m slippin’ under. With a taste of poison paradise, I’m addicted to you. Don’t you know that you’re toxic? And I pag-ibig what you do...."
Addicted? Yes. Yes, she was. To? Him…and the drug. She closed her eyes so the full effect of the drug inside her would be even stronger.
Combined, the drug and Grave Robber was her Poison Paradise. She couldn’t wait to do it again.
**Author's Note: I do not believe I will make a Graverobber one-shot. He's been featured in here and narrated Nursery Rhyme.**
“Baby can’t you see? I’m callin’. A guy like you should wear a warnin’. It’s dangerous. I’m fallin’.”
Yes, he really should wear a warning. Especially since Z makes him all the madami appealing. She slithered up to him, moving in ways she wouldn’t dare use with any other dealer. He was a special case. Her black hair, streaked with purple, framed her face. The torn palda hung inches above her knees and the fishnet stockings had gaping holes. Her green eyes blazed with desire and need. She needed a hit and desired him.
“There’s no escape, I can’t wait. I need a hit. Baby, give me it. You’re dangerous…I’m lovin’ it.”
His charm, despite his appearance immediately flickered on. It was always fun to make them work for it, especially the girls. Most of the addicts would do almost anything for a hit of the glow. And she was begging for it-with her body. He was the most popular dealer. He knew he was the best; he would actually go out and collect his product, unlike other dealers. His brown eyes were lit with lust, nothing more. The multi-colored hair hung around and in his face. His grin was equivalent to the Cheshire Cat's.
“Too high, can’t come down. Losin’ my head spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round. Do you feel me now?”
She pressed her frame close to him. He responded sa pamamagitan ng moving closer and holding up the Zydrate gun. The drug glowed brightly and she followed it with her eyes. He smirked and brought the gun to her neck, arm, leg. He teased her over and over until she whimpered. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers then injected the liquid into her system. The bloom of it in her veins was completely wonderful. Her eyelids drooped and a dopey smile graced across her face. She sunk to the ground; he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride. You’re toxic; I’m slippin’ under. With a taste of poison paradise, I’m addicted to you. Don’t you know that you’re toxic? And I pag-ibig what you do...."
Addicted? Yes. Yes, she was. To? Him…and the drug. She closed her eyes so the full effect of the drug inside her would be even stronger.
Combined, the drug and Grave Robber was her Poison Paradise. She couldn’t wait to do it again.
**Author's Note: I do not believe I will make a Graverobber one-shot. He's been featured in here and narrated Nursery Rhyme.**
