Thorn

A thorn

in my side. 

Perfectly stuck

between the skin, 

and bone. 

Still able to see

the petals of it's rose. 

A disgusting blossom, 

that reeks 

of desire

and carnal force. 

He is dormant. 

A wick that is

wet. 

A subtle smile

and enticing clutch. 

He points the arrow

and strikes.