Rose (an acrostic poem)

Removing the petals, one by one

Oh how the flower sheds its beauty

Soon he clutches just the thorny stem

Eventually, the bleeding will stop, but the hurting…



Thorn (an acrostic poem)

Temptation called to Irene as she drank in the sight of the young man

Her smile left little to his imagination of what she wanted

Outside they began to kiss passionately

Reaching for a handful of hair, she pulled his hair back

Neck exposed, she fed and felt her flower bloom in excitement