His young heart
captured by tigress purse
from not so wild green hills land
Her purse seemed to burst
depleting groaning nerves
like ferocious fire
in a closed burning flesh
Personal cage engulfing HIM vanished
while the world around HER dissolved
Melted kisses then outbursting
in the sin bed of fragility
HIS unspoken love arising
throbbing beyond death
HE used to say her I love you
but HE shouldn't
SHE refused to reciprocate
towards HIS withheld arms
albeit against HER will, though remained uninhibited
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