.. I lay their your hand stretched downward..to me.. trust me. Floats from your lips. those words scream through my mind.. setting off alarm Bells ..walls washed of red .. Flash behind my retinas.. trust me!!!.. trust me.!!.But if I was to kiss your lips in that moment of (.trust me )..they would taste of poison....but you would convince me.. that it was merely the sweetness of the wine on your lips.. that I was tasting... followed with The Whisper of ...trust me... trust me... but I know poison when I taste it.. I have tasted it before .

And lived.... so now you trust me when I tell you... all your tasting on my lips is sweet wine.. so yes !!...trust meeee..!