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The Seed of Love

Poetry By: silver 84

Another poem.

Submitted:May 29, 2013    Reads: 39    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

The Seeds of Love

By Silver

When you're with her, it's a rare privilege,

For she's usually on her deadly prowl,

For young flesh on which to plow

And sew her seeds of seduction, growing now while you are dying,

Sleeping in a bed all alone,

Silently weeping

The whole night through.

While you're there, she'll be reaping, touching, holding, and receiving

The crop of which she slowly grew,

Now to be cut down so she can start anew.

With some fresh new blood to taint her lips

And soft new flesh for her to kiss.

All alone you sit and wonder,

What awful spell you could be under,

To stay with her, who forgets your love

And moves on to her next plunder.

She's got you under her thumb,

You can't get out, you've been overcome

For she sew that seed in you as well,

Torturing you like the pits of Hell.


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