Bed of Roses

All terror felt in a bed of roses
For there lie two loves, embrassing with a kiss
Sharing touches, bright pleasure, gentle bliss
Of a love the outside world denies, decries
These two lover entangled in erotic poses

Roses have thorns, oh all will say!
But do they know the thorns this way?
The thorns which scratch and puncture and gouge
And leave amidst this bed of love
The lure of death and acrid stink of blood