Roses and Thorns....

Give me  your red grapes to  pluck
from  the  beautiful retina of
Your piercing brownish nipples,
Let me quench my thirst
by drinking the wet milk at its tips
Give me roses to be the thorn of
Your soft, sharp spicy breasts,
Let me sleep in your arms
Smiling in my day dreams
Give me apples to be the kiss of
Your blossoming tender lips,
Let me bite and leak your
Poison of love and hatred.
By
Williamsji Maveli