given Rose

Prologue:

Illicitly stealing away from her prim and proper life,
She comes to him on promise:
Promise that she will be awakened,
Promise that each time will be new and different,
Promise that the trust she gives will not be violated,
Promise that their meetings will be discrete,
Promise that her identity will be kept in confidence,
Promise that she will owe him nothing in return...

In the deep silence of midnight,
Shrouded in swirling eerie fog,
Under veiled crescent moon,
Sits a castle in the French countryside.

Within the stone lined walls,
Of a high turret room,
Sheltered from the world,
Warmed by fireplace,
Barely lit by candle,
She lays back and sinks,
Into a downy mattress,
Which caresses her naked form.

Surrounded by rose petals,
Strewn by the one who wants her,
She spreads her legs,
Offering most precious of all things.

Appreciating her offer and trust,
He lays between her spread thighs,
Brings himself to and penetrates her frail petals.

Her lips encircle, tease and hold him tight,
She brings her hands to his back,
Her legs arch up and around his hips,
And she cradles his warm and vibrant sensual body.

He drizzles soft kisses on her neck, ears and lips,
She eagerly receives his tender touch,
Her body tingles as he respectfully glides within her,
Careful to not savage her given Rose.

Inhibitions fade as she submits to instinct,
Reason is fogged by pleasure,
Little waves foreshadow mountainous shudders,
Legs aloft wave in concert with his hips,
Thighs and knees slowly sway with the shift of his body.

He arches his back and lowers his hips,
Pushes deep, finds her 'sweet' spot,
Completely filling her, she gasps,
Her tender quip triggers his release,
She holds him tight, presses him deep,
Trying to hold him forever,
Buried deep within her given Rose....