Divine

A pretty vine,
But just for looks,
Wraps its fingers
Around your crooks,
And ever shaken
You're hers for taking
And for sucking
Out your juices;
To twist your neck
With the chloro-nooses
Of her lips.

Take some sips,
And you'll last
A bit longer.
Breath some dioxide -
Maybe you'll grow
A bit stronger.
But just a bit,
No matter how fit.

You can
Soak in some light,
Put up a fight,
But try as you might,
You just won't best this
Parasite.