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Click hereoh american beauty oh scarlet blush
drenched red like the poets blood…
how i long to embrace you
to cradle softly your protected bouquet
and to crush your crimson petals
to my weary chest…
to observe you newly emerged
from the chastity of calyx
hard guardian of your resting essence…
how i aspire to reach out and to
spread your pentamerous flowerhead
with my gently probing fingers
and to bury my face in your heady scent
so to inter you deep into my soul…
but i can only admire you from afar
as you are years beyond my reach…
and i can only imagine how it must feel
for to pluck you now invites sudden death…
so we live our lives subrosa and
in secret beneath the rose.
why maria...i would lovvvvvvve to trim your bush ;)...thanks for the nice thoughts.
It's a romantic delight full of not so subtle erotic metaphor. Subrosa indeed! :)
steve, come help me prune my roses when its time? they need a gentle romantic sexy touch ;)