A place for evoking dark poetry and other comforts

Desert Rose

Brisk, warm, fleeting
adrift within her nestled touch
her petals craft from velvet sheeting
A place of sweet abandon and such
 
Witty reason I must disavowal
There is a will for madness however cruel
As I am afflicted with it now
Crimes of passion require a fool
 
Oh dearest sweet Aphrodite
I no longer seek nectar of illicit doom  
Your serenity has changed me
As I graft in your idyllist bloom
 
A victim to your Intrinsic charms
I fall again happily in your arms
 
Vore Space :://  Its rare but Im quite afraid to reunite this poem with its real life inspiration…le death sigh
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