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Roses and Morphine, Dreams?

October 31, 2014

Roses and Morphine…
Plucked, your fragrant petals perfumed
Sucked and drawn your lips, sepals, exhumed
Lust ripped apart, blood flows, we impart
Pure flowing desires, you need nothing higher
Than this kiss, deep, your soul weeps and folds
As we hold…. Purity in shared perfection
So bold, as insecurities are cured, this….erection?
Pumping through you veins insane
Insanity pleading as you bleed, and came
No kneading of your bounteous body explains this pain…
Just sure pleasure, more dreams
Reality without the morphine…

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