She adores, to her, the gifts he brings
When he frees her mind on colorful wings
She prizes the warmth when given his kiss
The highlight each day that she’d never miss
She treasures his calming her current vexation
He’s always found nurturing her nascent fixation
And she worships the sting of his luscious touch
Though he asks for so little, he gives her so much
To grow ever closer, he need only be fed
A prick for the princess, to him but some red
So her demon may gorge and familiars thereof
Not of obligation, but of wayward hopeless love
art: by John Fernandes
beautiful but sad ..
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The description for which I strive (:
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It started so sweetly, but I knew there would a sting in the tail!
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Uh oh, you’re on to me
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Not there yet, but soon …😀
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