And now, thus saieth the Preacher:
“Your cruel device, your blood, like ice. One look could kill. My pain, your thrill.
I want to love you but I better not touch (don’t touch). I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much). I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison. You’re poison, running through my veins. You’re poison. I don’t want to break these chains.
Your mouth, so hot. Your web, I’m caught. Your skin, so wet. Black lace, on sweat.
I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins (and pins). I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name. Don’t want to touch you but you’re under my skin (deep in). I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison. You’re poison, running through my veins
You’re poison. I don’t want to break these chains. Poison.
Exegesis of relevant passage:
Clearly, the Preacher here is telling us that the woman in question, Lady Folly (or Lady Poison in context), is someone to avoid. She is the perfect metaphor for temptation. She is clearly desirable (v. 2), but will be bad for him–and pursuing her might even lead to death (v. 1, “one look could kill”).
Is there this kind of dark desire in your life for someone else? Someone you are really drawn to, but shouldn’t be? It is a lie. Bread stolen in secret is sweet poison. Do not give in, lest you be like Billy Paul.