Elya Thorn - Rose

There are roses on your chest,
And sparkles in your mind...
Yes, you are mine,

And mine are your violence,
Your beauty and your fear,
One does not find shelter
If one is not a seeker...

There is a rose on your chest,
And love in your whispers...
Yes, yours are my shivers,

And yours are my future,
My tragedy and my poetry,
One does not find shelter,
If one does not know fear...

I lay my head over your chest,
Kiss your nipples with my thorn,
Caress your neck with my teeth,

And yet, you just lay peacefully,
Relief after lust I can read on your face,
I shall lay here, on you
Till my heart stops beating for you...

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Elya Thorn

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