Venus Girltrap
Your sweet words dripped
Like honey off of your lips,
But all I could hear were
The shrill cries of the girls
That came before me as they
Begged for me to turn away.
You made me feel like Venus,
I was caught in your trap.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
