Trial by wileA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
Trial by wile,
I befriend fire; I try to tame it By ire; To no avail, It grows higher; I lampoon it. It grows by denial and desire; I fail to inspire Its exile; It exhales, I respire It wants to sire A flame inside. This is dire. Don’t pry the eyes, They are liars! They’ll entice Your thighs To prise hers. © 2017 Maxwell Ryder |
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Added on October 23, 2017 Last Updated on October 24, 2017 Author
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