In your vines
Of deception
Wishing for a
Miracle
Perhaps
Some kind of
Immaculate Conception
Thought�s of you
Forbid me to think
Of any other
Would it be so bad?
If I were to take up
A new lover
My heart says
Yes
Were to surpass me
Covert me into now
What seems like nothing?
Banish my hope
Into ever entering �
Your secret garden
Flourishing with exotic
Trinkets and shrubbery
Wild flowers that
Leave me breathless
But still striving for more
With cacti although
Their prickles
Enter my skin
To make me
Itch and burn
I still yearn
Your tropical fruits
The way your lips tasted
Upon my breast
The way you left
A mark
In the darkness
Of my neck
Left shivers
Down my spine
Only to leave me
Bound