Those Words Grow The Rose

"Her words settle inside my mind
Shackle me with some kind of vine
that slithers across my body down to my toes
holding me motionless as it grows
from seedling to exquisite rose"

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so many times
those words
settle inside my mind
they shackle what is mine
a growing desire of want
slithering through me
like an infinite vine of pleasure
an extension of tension
so extreme
a growth
pulsating through me
a seed takes hold and grows
my essence becomes familiar
thorns lessen as you fill
those needs
you know the ones
when the seed becomes the rose
exquisite in its bloom
preserving perfect pink passion
when it hits the sun
all because you and I
were made to love  ...