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La Petite Mort

I love your naked body A canvas for my claws In the midst of pain and pleasure Your bound to do it all From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort You feel the little death Only one rose knows your name But the thorns are why you came.

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Date: 9/28/2017 8:54:00 AM
Love this little poem, and it has this dark undertone I like. Welcome to PoetrySoup
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Paul Clements
Date: 9/28/2017 10:15:00 AM
Thank you very much Darren.