Phoenix

Is it true what Shakespeare declared?
A rose by any other name, shall smell just
as sweet..”

His scent on me, his mark apparent
Power play, a test of wills
a challenging cat and mouse game
in secret meetings of impossible thrills
I’m wild and free, behavior erratic, errant
and yet still I find myself, torn
drowning in a tumultuous torrent
of pretty passions and dirty desires
burning in the blazing inferno
of my own tailored self destruction
twin flames alight in simultaneous seduction

I arise from the ashes.

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