Abomination
ABOMINATION
Abomination is my name.
There is no passion I've not felt.
Yearning pens attempt at fame
Dare each relationship to melt.
There is no struggle that I scorn.
There is no flame without scorched taste.
When blaze-bloom fires are born--
My inner soul consumes the waste.
Now , Sweet-- bamboozle me with joy.
Affection tender has its place.
Love's tempting comforts, please employ--
Make me cherish your sweet face.
V. Anderson-Throop
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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