Cactus
She hugged me and bit my earlobe
Scratched me and pricked me with a probe
That way she made love
I forgot my glove
Cactus my wife without a robe
I planted her in my bleeding heart
She came from Mexico with love tart
I was not careful with her spine
And drank from her goblet of wine
I should have known her skill of black art
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Penned on 7th March 2015
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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