His Treasure

She lay before him
Trembling afraid
Yet eager to take her step
Off the ledge of innocence
And into blissful oblivion
She looked to him
Her lover
Her teacher
He relished her purity
Her gift to him
Her innocent eyes
Her untouched body
She offered all this to him
Eager to please
Ready to learn
He had picked her like a rose
And like a rose she would bloom
Her petals spreading
Opening to him
Revealing her warmth
The aroma of her essence
He tended to his precious flower
Caring for every part of her
She had given him a key
To the deepest recesses of her soul
And now he examined his prize
In all of her unadorned splendor
He took his key
Inserting slowly
Unlocking her core
He took her to a new place
Making her eternally his
Dipping his rose into a pool of gold
Forever changed
But still his treasure