Bacchus
The Fly
Originally posted by BabyGrace:
did I sleep or did I kiss you?
no doubt the riches were too much
why, I beg, do you want me
when I laugh and mock you still?
the ripe fruit elusively out of reach
up to stormy hillside
to laugh an empty laugh once more
endless taunt stretched across the sky
I am His by grace
They say that what you mock will shurely overtake you...
Beautiful imigary BabyG