Beware the Wild Roses

Beware the wild roses,

the beauty swiftly fades,

thorns thread through thighs,

and sighs are stifled,

an eyeful of erroneous

erotica, envisioned

cherished conclusion –

an illusion. Take care

as you stare, beware.

Beware the wild roses,

the beauty fades,

invades the imagination,

but the poison of perfection

is a deflection that poses

more questions and rejections

than one can afford

to recollect. Protect.

Inspect. Respect.

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