Trapped By Venus
I have yet ,the fruits ,of true love taste
nectar sweet, in arms reach chase
tangled branches flowering leaves
fresh shoots rooted continue weave
imagined fantasy long forseen
within' loves fold I haven't been
I trust to dare become ensnared
from locks 'n lashes mystery swear
take flight on wings my vision wraps
a prisoner caught as venus flytrap
at once succumb from weakened fate
my taste for love now overrate......
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