A rose doesn’t require razors
But they’re there to help her climb,
If swamped, surrounded by alligators
She will, over the summertime-
Draw blood to soothe her rampant delights
She will scramble the wall, over fen & fell
To reach that sunlight, that still excites
That wild trembling heart and cast her spell
She will seduce not only our fickle minds
But leave us all gasping in her beauty paralyse.
To Soothe Her Rampant Delights
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