Thorn (an acrostic poem)

The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop

Hendrik felt horrible.  She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain

Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face

Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss

Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face



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