(A lone voice whispers)
Like a red rose
I always climb high to the reach brightest of lights
Surging in all directions
Such is the driving thirst
Searching in complete expectation
In harsh conflicts and dangerous lands
Conquering each
Whatever comes first
I try to climb past all the watching marching bands
Stood in their many well-dressed lines
And like the red rose
I also grow in silence
Like the so very righteous
Only finally announcing my inner beauty to those worthy
Of my time
Trust and loyalty
And finally like one of those rare and precious
Virginal Red Roses of Cairo
One of the most beautiful standard-bearers of all known flowers
I also have exquisite sensuous needs that must be deliciously deflowered
So are you willing to stand in the pale moonlight
And let my thorns gently caress your inner third eye
As your soul salivates quietly and cries
For a new form of seduction
As we hand in hand
Go to war
Challenging the world like it was a Francis Ford Coppola
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Copyright John Duffy
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