(More Than) An Innuendo

Come drink from the waters of

My love; the hidden chalice in the middle of a

Rose… I am a

Garden, yet a single



Come and touch…


Drink from the honey of my

Mellifluous words… Kiss

My every petal until you

Get to the

Rosy cup of

Love — I will

Inebriate you until you

Let your essence flow


If my well

Worded thorns

Ever hurt you, please…

Cut me with your



Let me

Sink your head

Between my legs, and

Tell you more about the obviousness

Of this rose scented





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