Sweet Thorns and Bitter Roses
Intertwine your hands in mine, let the thorns of your roses puncture through my skin, deep into my blood, let your love flow in. Keep me close entangled in your sheets, let us bleed out till death, for your love is my sin. Touch like feather kisses, your fingers print bruises on my skin. If passion were visible it would show all over me. Whisper words so sweet and delicate, lies covered in honey fill my ears. Despite our paths having crossed and intertwined you are still my greatest mystery and I your finest prey.
