It hurt the first time her love dug into my skin

The pain and pleasure that I felt mixing to a blend

Damn this rose has thorns

I knew I would never be free of her hold

Her body a mixture of hot and cold

Damn these thorns dig deep

Each time I tried to free my heart the thorns dug deeper

Each time she placed her hand on me the pain became sweeter 

Damn this rose don’t play

So I nibbled at her petals and licked away the dew

No other rose can hold me…

Quite as tight as these thorns do

Damn I love this rose

                                      jhames norman