by Franka J Haddley ・ Feb 17, 2020
Dare me... Poetry
dare me to walk
on the tipping ground
bare
with nothing to hide,
dare me to smell
toxic roses
of flatter,
in favor of your
and my
love,
dare me for more
conversations,
sweet
aroma of lust,
dare me for every
cell in my body
to spark from inside out.
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