Vulnerable woman

Written October 23, 2013

I can't stand selling you the lie
That are my sweet and tender eyes,
Just to cop a ride between your thighs;
If I could choose a better life,
It would be to make you cry,
Causing you to become that
Vulnerable woman I first met,
That lady I Iove best.
That is how our love is best apprised:
Your gazing consternation
Is your most powerful hex;
It renews my love-sighs,
No longer are we euthanized.

Reviews

[splattercore]

The sweet tender moments are burnt to a crisp. To feel a happy tragedy dying on a mountain filled with bittersweet empathy. To be happy is to be miserable. One without the other. I loved this! Nice!

[Maxwell Ryder]

Thank you for this lovely endorsement of my work. Very grateful. Cheers.