her name was Rose
so pretty drying in my vase
turning to ashes
her pretty face
her pretty young face…..
she had thorns for pubic hair
o’ how fast it used to grow
her pussy scratching my face
whenever I dared to eat her slow
so slow
oh ever so slow….
tied her up in an intricate lace
her pretty young face….
gagged her mouth
her pretty young face….
stuffed with her bras
using her sexy underwear
like surgical mask
and no one knows where she went last
she simply disappeared….
maybe because I buried her somewhere
like six feet under
in my backyard garden
with all the other women I’ve laid with
and now laid to rest …
eternal
…..god bless you all!
for you will never be forgotten at least your final moments in my head
…yes…. you are never dead….resurrected in Thoughts…. for I am goD….
and
my Eden consists of flowers according to all your names
Camellia
Dahlia
Daisy
Heather
Iris
Jasmine
Lily
and my most recently deflowered
Rose
and soon I’ll be coming for you
My Dear Violet
that’s how I chose …..picked them
…. or should I say ….plucked them?
you know when the full moon’s out and about in the night giving us some light in the evening
you know like in the summer time with insects singing a lullaby….
well I ask that
is because
well
I feel corny
saying this
but it is lovely my garden with the full moon beaming over it
like my smile as I paint with the deadliest of styles
stroking the brush
in collusion
with my romantic knife
and
now
goodnight
to you all
end
your
life
Don’t forget, it’s just pure FICTION! Relax ladies, I’m not Ted Bundy! lol