A crimson rose is thrilling to feel as it cascades its tears of sweet pleasure throughout its petals of love
Formidable is the sweetness of pleasure as it rises deep and painful between
Sorrow is the only thought that beats its chest of drum drum and its sweet plum
Might is cast aside as it rides its sweet thought of nonsense rid of cascades
Remember it became a yesterday as it rose formidable as she watched in a playful way
Pleasure as she thought was truly not possible after a tumultuous storm hit a crescendo high
Operetta became ears of sensitive reared in pleasure as the refined music carried her and him swept the thoughts from today
Mindless and free the notes of pleasure became increasingly rich and exquisite fine
Would such ever be the same of some and none or the singular pleasure of unique and chosen
By Felicia McCaw
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