I gaze upon the rose.
Fresh, sweet, erotic
with the scent of arousal and desire,
beauty incarnate
But I gaze upon it and ponder my fate
seeing endless fields of roses,
suffocating me in their intoxicating aroma
and delicious confectionary qualities.
I would have the pain
the suffering
the desire of my master
I would have the thorns.
Take back your roses.

© K. Vest (Clearsong)

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© Vireyda. 8 May 1999
BDSM is more than a hobby ;-)