The Gentle Art of Seduction

Seduction

And you watched my seed grow, nestling in the palm of your hand,
Innocent from harm
Smiled as I flourished in the warmth of your gaze,
Nurtured by the balm of your tender words.
My roots softly probing the glaze your lifeline.
My bud pulsing with the thrill of you, trembling under your touch,
The caress of your whisper, urging me to shyly reveal my blossom
Lifting, opening, to the sun of your face.
And your love gripped me, a vice of passion clenching my heart
So tight your embrace, and the exquisite pain
As the rage of your words swept over me like a storm.
A thunder cloud masking the face of the sun.
Leaves tinged with the bloody spittle of your hatred
Screams echoing in the dark void of your treachery
Wilting under your grey, acid gaze
Trying to release my bound roots
My surrender fuelling your anger til
Those once tender fingers
Plucked
Petal by Petal
Leave me naked in my humiliation

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