Petal Drop/ withered rose
I am a withered rose
Dying as each red petal falls
into earth and
becomes no more
once a seed that blossomed into
the red rose of everyone’s desire
they looked, stared in amazement
adored my beauty and elegance.
but each night my red petals
begin to turn black and fall
as I let each one of them pull
me off my stem and rub me
in their arms by letting them
slide between my thighs
my ever sweet wet thighs
night after night we exchange
more than body lubricant,
more than sweat, we exchange
our souls, our spirits, our stories and
I let them take every bit of innocence
Left in me, I let them take my precious
Treasure and before
the sun rises they leave
Leave me in my own pity, my sadness
Leave me with memories of when
He used to come to me late at nights
Until he decided I was grown enough
To be ripped off my virtue
And he forced his way into me
And I cried and cried cause I knew
I had begun to wither
My first petal drop was by my father
And many led after that
I am a withered rose
Dying as each red petal falls
into earth and
becomes no more
