Nip It In the Bud
seemingly innocuous
seeds of lustful outrage
soon sprouted feral fangs
although as yet unborn
manifested in dreams
we lived the desire
in the savagery conjured
in caverns dark astral realms
which in time so became
destiny in this density
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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