Her Thorns tipped red from the blood of my heart, she sings to me.
As I carress her bud, she begins to open as does a coccoon, revealing the beauty within.
Lust trickles from my heart as I watch her stems spread apart, inviting me closer.
A smell so sweet, nectar of my soul, beckons to me. Come Inside.
Wings spread, the bud opens fully. The butterfly emerges. The Rose blooms in full.
As I taste the sweet nectar, my wounds close and my heart heals.
I am one with my Butterfly Rose.
Love Acadaemia 