Pluck me the rose, if you please
Be a good sport, not a tease
Tickle my spot with her scent
Squandered lust we may prevent
Puncture my hairs with her stem
My bloodied leg a blushed hem
Her thorn a gift to my pride
A devil’s kiss on my side
So lay me back on the bed
Plant her where the sea is red
Soiled deep in my bloodied gown
Rose blooming out from my crown
Do you love how I recline
Love for you a fragrant shrine?
So burrow your lips down there
Root me up from my despair
Smile with the rose in your teeth
Bury me beneath your wreath
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