A step closer, a breath drawn in, a tender touch,

Blossoms beckon with a beguiling guise;

Yet beneath their charm lies a secret as such—

Intoxicating fumes weave your ultimate demise.

Your lungs ignite in a fiery, desperate plea,

your heart quiets and loses its rhythmic pace.

but the nectar’s lure, too sweet to flee,

Enshrouds your mind in a hazy embrace.

In a dreamy trance, dangers and desires blur,

The world desolves in a soft, pink mist.

Promises of pleasure, misery will deter,

A fatal allure impossible to resist.

So wander far from where these blossoms call,

Tread with caution from this floral art.

For in the seductive, perilous thrall,

The blooms’ beguiling kiss will shatter the heart.