The painter, Waterhouse, has depicted the woman inhaling the scent of the rose with fervent rapture, her head tilted back revealing the curve of her throat, eyes half-closed, the fingers of the hand that clasps the rose, cupping the scent, curling with intensity, and the other hand, loosely, sensually balancing her.
You smell the roses blooming there, long to kiss that elegant neck and blushing cheek, to unravel the beauty of her hair, to feel the delicate softness of the inner arm, to kiss her sensuous mouth.
How might I write with such art as thee?
Location
...that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow...