Green as the grass is said to be over yonder,
Filling the soul with yearning wonder.
Red and darkly enchanting,
The colour of blood pumping through the heart,
Intoxicating with a strong and binding art,
Forcing the body to be mercilessly thrust,
Into the open arms of waiting lust.
The rose is a gateway,
Leading to Pandora's Box,
Releasing the deluge kept sealed behind the locks.
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Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PoetrySimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
