Femme Fatale

1/02/97

My Rose loves me
yes she does
Her hair blond as honey
Her blue eyes filled with lust

Her lips red as an apple
but soft as satin sheets
I love them pouty and supple
when we kiss and meet
 
She touches me with her heart
and caresses me with her naked eyes
she seduces me with her art
and lifts me up until I'm high

She lulls me to sleep, with petals so red
She pricks me with her thorns until I'm dead.

   	                 Copyright © 1997 R.H. Young 




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