Riddle me Love….

The weary traveller set on his road,
Stops every time he’s bored and old.
A sphinx on the road comes out to say,
‘Riddle or Pain’; she wants to play.
He climbs on her back, no cross on his heart,
Rides her heart till she’s flat on her back.
Riddles and pain or answers and pleasure,
Be on your feet for the end of the latter.

 

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