Succulent

The cactus protects its treasure with spikes

Its heart guarded with thorns

Lacking trust it extends threatening pikes

Yet with alluring blossoms its body adorns 

A naked siren, illusion accursed

Where succulent scars mark desires, that do remain

One that tastes its flesh briefly quench their thirst

But its meat will not sustain

Those drawn to its beauty taste its pain

A fleeting bloom drops denuded prickles on bloodied ground 

Each dark stain washed away in sin's rain

Roots drink lover's crimson passion drown

Succubus draw my blood, leaving me with memory's tattoos

Fondling your flower, you touch sharp needle's of taboos 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

In other words, enter at your own risk. Good imagery here illustrates the hazards of being led by passion. Of course, we'll do it anyway. A good burning is a wealth of learning.

[Soren]

Thanks so much my friend for the read and understanding words they are always appreciated