Naked Prose

Oh, my lover, my blank little page… How you tempt me so, with wanting,

From such a lure I cannot turn away… Such treats that you are flaunting,

Yet tease me, hurt me, with that prose… Those words that hurt to read,

Oh yes, they are the ones I chose… But now they make me bleed,

Like a stranger in my ear… Who knows more than he should,

They boldly show my naked fear… I would stop them if I could.

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