Through Her Skin
In haughty, yet elegant tone,
I say to you "do this to me,"
and I point at the arabesque
vines in the courtyard.
Found in jovial play, the knife
you gave my body with the wilted
roses from your hands.
Hands that pilfer! Hands that shake
as they cut into me.
Forever of redolence; the
thorns in my side, and your blue eyes,
so lustful, they still rip into me.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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