To Soothe Her Rampant Delights Poem by Mark Heathcote
To Soothe Her Rampant Delights
A rose doesn't require razors
but they're there to help her climb,
if swamped, surrounded by alligators
she will, over the summertime-
draw blood to soothe her rampant delights
she will scramble over the wall, over fen and fell
to reach that sunlight that still excites
that wild trembling heart cast her spell
she will seduce not only our fickle minds
but leave us all gasping in her beauty paralyse.
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