Her tender thorn (Haiku Style)

JaydeVictoria

She is like a rose;

so beautiful yet wily.

Bright but ominous.

I sense a coldness

but sense affability.

I know she knows too.

She lies bare breasted

Cajoling me thoroughly

Yet I will forgo.

She is sensual

But finds an impediment

Intentionally.

Circumspect she is;

her rationale is blinding.

Maybe she’s been hurt.

I will pursue her,

Regardless of her coltish;

I know she is there.

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