Lust

Garden of Pleasure

Music flows sublime
Thorns of Fire
Stirring from the inside out
Rosebuds reaching out
Waiting, waiting for the heat
Of the high noon sun
Crimson petals in full flush
Dew drops of morning
Suns rays sending of prisms of color
Trails of strength
Travels through my garden
Parched, yet it rains without end
Vines grasping and reaching
Tormented by restraint
Garden gates unmovable

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