If you were a rose
I would caress your powdery crimson head
Red as lust
Soft as velvet against my bare skin
I would slowly remove
Thorn by thorn by thorn
Until you lacked any power to hurt me.
Then I would rip your petals off,
And throw you to the ground to rot.
I would caress your powdery crimson head
Red as lust
Soft as velvet against my bare skin
I would slowly remove
Thorn by thorn by thorn
Until you lacked any power to hurt me.
Then I would rip your petals off,
And throw you to the ground to rot.
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