The Rose

Ahhh...I bit of evening dew has already formed
so inviting, yet I must wait...
let my senses explore
Cover me with your aroma, your exotic fragrance
a misty veil
your long white petals inviting a kiss, opening
I can't resist...only a little peck...
Sorry, it was too much. Did my bite hurt? I'll do it again.
My fingers love to play, tracing rainbow fingerprints down your stem...
Swirling, pinching, pulling, climbing your lovely sangria mountains...they tell me you like it too.

It didn't look like rain but it seems to be wetter than it was. And look how your stem arches, begging, calling for my kisses.
I know you would pull me down if you could.
Such a golden feather above your flower. So soft.
Look what happens when I open it.
The wind arches and bends the your flower closer to me. Oh, its not the wind? How bad do you desire my kiss? I know you would not let me go...if your petals could wrap around my head.
That is why we tied you up, remember?

It is so erotic to feel your need. Yes, I know
flowers need moisture. Soon you will receive the shower you've been waiting. Soon. It is not quite time. The flower is not ready to be picked. Ok, I will taste it. A little lick to see if it is ready...mmmm delicious. Perhaps it is ready. Let me explore deeper into your petals, taste your pollen. Then I will know. Can you feel me inside you? This is the dangerous part. This is where I can lose myself. This is where I close my eyes and melt into you. This is where I swallow you and consume you. Here. Now.This is where I.....