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Strobe

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‘Tis her lover that brings gathered roses,  
How their cold dewy thorns sting the night.  
In the amorous rites that this poses,  
Letting in tiny streams of moonlight.  
 
When it trickles from blooms in its flight,  
‘Tis her lover that brings gathered roses.  
To partake in the sweet of its sight,  
Lays beside, shares the prize touching noses.  
 
In the quiet dusk, his lover dozes  
‘Tween the dark heavy drapes meant to hide.  
‘Tis her lover that brings gathered roses,  
For the garden of his fetish bride.  
 
Rolls her tongue, wipes the stain from her lips  
While she turns to wait as the door closes.  
Once the sheet falls away from her hips,  
‘Tis her lover that brings gathered roses.  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 17th Mar 2019
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Fetish.
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