A Rose and Her Thorn

Love drizzles down like rain on a winter’s morn,
The flower opens to accept its most welcome drink.
Sweet petals shiver, pierced by a lone and wonton thorn.
Both reveling in each other’s blissful cosmic link.
The drizzle becomes a torrentially passionate storm.
They pull in close,
Simply allowing mutual passion to keep them warm.
Willfully ignorant of the chaos, enveloped in an ecstatic overdose.
Writhing in sweet yet agonizing pleasure,
The two become one seamless gleaming treasure.
A single torrid night, better than any porn.
And the delicate sweet rose at last unites with her thorn.


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