The thorns of a rose, in truth, is the power of each woman to whom you've given your soul, all that love and attention, the nakedness of your mind and body, each part of you, beautiful and ugly, etched in her mind, an imprint of you and your whole, sucking your dick, she grabs your balls, so vulnerable, your life in her hands, she can consume you how she wants, live, laugh, love, what was I saying, I almost thought this would be romantic, what, did her teeth get caught, bled, on the other side of it, does it still sound nice, there’s nothing like your first time, some alcohol, grab a Band-Aid, damn, bleeding, who knew pain accompanied it, the strength of a woman, think twice, if you ever cared to disrespect them, lord knows, each deed is measured, all this poetry on the internet, the heavens weighing each part of it, the tip on her lips, the depths of the abyss, just jump in, get your whole body wet, glistening sweat, three shots, all over her face, dead poet…

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