Jun 2019
Her rose
was
my life's
thorn.
Once
appreciated,
insatiable
lust
was born.
Her bouquet
was then
craved
every evening
and morn.
Her rose
with me,
was never
forlorn.
written by me... ..
was
my life's
thorn.
Once
appreciated,
insatiable
lust
was born.
Her bouquet
was then
craved
every evening
and morn.
Her rose
with me,
was never
forlorn.
written by me... ..
