Thorns Of The Red Rose  

She bee this mystery, awash phantoms mists perfumes
Haunting vision Too Bee provocation that wisps thy mind
The more you try to forget, the more you dew remember
But it was just a chance encounter, of enticing intoxication.

Yeast this seedling was planted, too germinate such longings
Who was this vamp, who took over, thy thoughts spry desires
Long gone, her vision dances, before thee breeding cut heart
Cupid’s arrow, piercing thy breathe, sighing thee breast wants.

What name dost thy call perfection, a gist floating feminine rhyme
Wherein velvet verse, thy seas through silken soft static sensations
Whereon aroused ecstatic friction sheets, writes exquisite wry waves
Amid fingertips touching the essence of Love Me Forever - Ever More.
 
Bewitched thee moves forward, to look back, into dye cast past shadows
Was she real, or this daydream arrow tip piercing - presence penetration
Too Bee Present sense, only To Be past tense in imagination’s love piercing
Love so deep, seeds seething sprouts, seeking Cupid’s - Thorns Of The Red Rose  


Thorns Of The Red Rose  

She bee this mystery
awash phantoms mists perfumes
Haunting vision
Too Bee provocation
that wisps thy mind
The more you try to forget
the more you dew remember
But it was just a chance encounter
of enticing intoxication.

Yeast this seedling was planted
too germinate such longings
Who was this vamp
who took over
thy thoughts spry desires
Long gone
her vision dances
before thee breeding cut heart
Cupid’s arrow
piercing thy breathe
sighing thee breast wants.

What name dost thy call perfection
a gist floating feminine rhyme
Wherein velvet verse
thy seas through silken
soft static sensations
Whereon aroused ecstatic friction sheets
writes exquisite wry waves
Amid fingertips touching
the essence of Love Me Forever -
Ever More.
 
Bewitched thee moves forward
to look back
into dye cast past shadows
Was she real
or this daydream arrow tip piercing -
presence penetration
Too Bee Present sense
only To Be past tense
in imagination’s love piercing
Love so deep
seeds seething sprouts
seeking Cupid’s -
Thorns Of The Red Rose