Rose bed
I wait for you to share my bed
I am your rose
You are my thorn
As you touch me
Some petals fall away
You feel the scent on me
The aroma of me you inhale
My layers you peel
You want to make me bleed
You show your love
In passion you scratch my back with your strong hands
Bloody droplets drip down my back
Your hands covered with my blood
Our passion entwined and heightened
My thorn in my rose bed
My thorn so strong
He wants each layer of my petals
He is relentless
Blood, passion and aroma
My thorn our passions grow
His bloody hands smear his white rose
I am his bloodied white rose
About the Creator
Md Feroz
Poet.
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