She stalked him at his home.
She followed his trail
And fornicated in his garden
Of bergamot and orpiment.
With her fantasies and powders,
Arsenic rings in terraced pots,
She circinate the armaments of her war.
He called her unworthy,
Unworthy of his love.
She would show him her worth
As she pleasured herself.
She would never be subordinate
To his wishes, copulating in corners
And secret places,
While he lives in the walled garden
With a life and termagant wife.
She poisons the berries,
And smiles in her terror,
As she corposants her peak
Ionizing her lover's deceit.
Great
word weaving here, ... like "copulating" for example *giggle*
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Bendy rules
Thanks surprised no one calls me out on my missuse of some of these words. lol copulating great word. I don't know anyone would have Orpiment in their garden. It is a beautiful yellow ore of arsenic, but it matches the yelloe Bergmot fruit. Or corposant is not a verb but I used as one. I wanted her climax to be electrically charged and capable of ionizing the area. Glad you liked it.