Styptic roseate

poem by: Derek Vincent
Written on Apr 02, 2015 

Nicole my sweet.
Feel my heart pulse to your beat.
I just want to feel your emollient skin with mine.
I can make you feel deity and under the moon; shine.
A rose is balsamic. 
A creature that can be rhetoric. 
My love maybe a paradox infatuation. 
Give me a chance and don't feed my damnation.
I'm not much to be.
But open your eyes and see. 
I can be everything you need. 
As long as your corruption isn't greed.
I will not beg please.
Otherwise my love would cease.
Nicole my sweet.
For you my heart skips a beat.

 

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