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the rose wilt

Trusting with my all
I bring myself to you
Served up
A tasty meal
To savor
To devour

More animal than man
I do not wish to tame this beast
I am no Belle
Let the rose wilt
I am not scared of your growl

More wolf, god of the forest
I do not wish to be saved
I am no red riding hood
My, what big teeth you have
I am not scared of your bite

More sweetness, no cruelty
I do not want anything more than you
I am not the me I once was
My favourite colour is you
My favourite flavour is us
I am not scared of your love

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