Please enjoy my humble attempt at verse:
When wilted, wills collide and flesh tones sound unceasingly in love's great unknown. Sinful suplex, where harm's slayed, caught enraptured with limp limbs splayed. Post riders and chariots of desire bed down. Ceasing shame prior to well-earned rest, wilted now only in name.
Philessatry 
rhyming happens, thats how I feel about it. Other time’s it doesn’t. Your attempt is successful. Love the depth and complexity of these few verses, which take on various images in the mind each time they are re-read 😉
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Thank you Morgan! I think I will dip my toe in that end of the pool now and again. It allows for new creative outlets.
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It certainly does.
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Once I’d looked up ‘suplex’ I was OK … a touch of violence, perhaps, or am I taking it too literally?
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A tad literal…but, some of the best moments have that flair for the dramatic 😉
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Performance art? 😉
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