The Rapture Of Barbed Wire
Lay me down in a field of barbed wire,
I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy;
It is mine too;
Let the messenger speak,
The broken arrows on your letter
I assure you were received;
Now lay me down;
Pierce me the way you want to;
Let the scratches bleed me;
Mingling with our scarlet telepathy
desire marries us by blood oath;
Forever miscible;
Let your latent paroxysm indulge,
I assure you it’s rough healing;
Meant to rupture false rapture;
Lay me not onto petals
but barbed wire, this is noxious;
Your message is my fantasy too.
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