Wounded (A peril to heal)
Welcome love, for I have welcomed you.How you woo me, teach me, make me, still you wound me, and knowing what u will do, still, its more than this man accepting or understanding that of you.
You leave me more than Blu, you leave me lingering, as if advising me to come to u, to follow. Why do you bother with me?
Wounded, I do, still entrapped in enchantment with you, knowing that love will be, & soon deminish again.
Don't torture me this way, please, oh please don't tease. Endure and use or let me be, although u won't.
I am here to learn and please, and the passion you embraced me with have made me see...that you, and only you compell me.
For I have welcomed you, and I always will. No matter how you do me. And the femmes that you bless... are you, in physical form to be adorned, for all to see.
Of you, I be invoked into a bliss, cause there is no other,especially, when u work your magic that is love.
Wounded, I be, but not as weak, and u we all seek to feel, don't bother with me. I'll wait till I'm healed, ti'll another time.
You cause my hauntings, damn the callings. You taste that I'm everwanting, so whom will you send to relinquish me?
Whom will you administer for me to devour? To consume? To pleasure till the hunger for you is filled. Its' never filled ti'll found.
Still, I be of you, even when I'm through, always wanting to be and you.....will leave me wounded, ti'll revisited again.
So, if it be with you that this is made when you leave, again, don't bother, for this Blu, wounded heart will take time to see, that to heal is only to love you again in your recycling.
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