(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

Woman.

Just

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

Sword

.
.
.

Let me

Sink your head

Between my legs, and

Tell you more about the obviousness

Of this rose scented

Symbolism

.

ML

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