Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his...
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Does My Weak Heart Pound
"looking round I feel a feeling profound"
The heart I have found, in her breast where it pounds, Completely confounds and resounds with the sound of the souls that are bound and devotedly drowned. For her love they sink down in darkness abound. For she is the...
Are We Not Both Roses
"A rose questions its comparitive beauty to another..."
Are we not both roses grown from the same bush, Budding and blooming with petals grown flush? Are your leaves green as the green of my own? Do your thorns not prick as mine own be known? Surely our scent...
We’ve Just Begun
"Just when you thought it was over... she demands more."
Towards siren song I saunter on, A lust so right, a love so wrong. Into her arms, as good as dead, Her kiss sinks deep and blood flows red. Into her blouse and down her skirt, I feel no pain,...