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Thorns Of The Heart By Contessa
You held my heart as you did your work Watching it as it bled Then tucked it gently back in my chest And left me there for dead You acted so dispassionately Your hands were icy cold When you wrapped it neatly in thorny vines Then relinquished your final hold Never caring what damage you did Or how I hurt inside You had merely come to play and take a careless ride But you will remember on moonless nights When I come again to you To haunt your dreams and tear your sleep My visions to renew I will love you all night long And when the dawn is new I will leave you bleeding and raw On your bed of endless crave Night after night I will come to play I will make you lust and rave For never will you have your fill Of the thorns of my heart And ever will you desire and dread The wanton of the dark
Copyright © 2008 Contessa. Posted with permission.
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