Fervent thorns creep in deep
Piercing her skin to watch her weep.

Long stems wrapped around her throat quiet she must keep.

Evoking lost memories of the third kind.

Feeling once again what’s hidden in her twisted mind.

Exposed chalice open wide.

Love vapors flows down to kill her pride.

Like the haunting song that plays forever.

Desires for silence that will come never.
She relinquishes her soul to his subconscious.

All for the touch that makes her feel delicious.

Poem by Sarah Martin @sugaroc


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