Amidst the Fallen Petals
He was ever gentle with her
Always careful
Composed
Never passing the boundaries
Never asking too much
A man of his culture
And bearing
Didn’t move too fast
She was a flower
Pristine...virginal
A flower he had plucked
From her family’s garden
With their blessing
She was safe in his keeping
Though her scent drove him
Mad with its
Fragrance
Sweet
Deliriously
Captivating
Fresh and innocent
An untouched love
Waiting to mature into passion
He wanted to see her
In full bloom
And yet he waited
Willing for her to
Feel comfortable with him
To feel the need for him
To feel the passion growing inside
And so, he put her in a vase
Filled with the
Water of his love
And he just admired her
His young beautiful rose
Tonight he showed her the home
That would be theirs
Hers….
But what was this?
She looked at him
In a way he had never seen
The shyness gone
He saw longing
Her face radiant
Her lips inviting
Tainted pink
To match her cheeks
His rose
His flower
HIS
And yet
He dared not touch her
For fear of crushing her
In his rough hands
She whispered
Ever so lightly
Perhaps he dreamed it
Maybe it was the breeze
Whispering through the window
As it danced in her hair
No, there it was again…
“It is time…
I am ready.”
And the suggested
Meaning
Caught at his
Breath
Drove away every thought
And he watched
He just stood and watched
As one by one
She unfurled the petals
Of her clothing
And let them fall
Down
Fluttering to the
Floor
Layer upon layer
Of clothing
Discarded
All the while
With each peeled layer
Her eyes invited him
He couldn’t move
He couldn’t inhale
He could only stare
As his rose
Shed her clothing
Before his hungry eyes
Until there was nothing
And she stood there
With no covering
Resplendid
Her black hair
Reaching
The curve of her breasts
Cascading down her ivory skin
She held out her hand to him
"Do I please you?"
She must have seen the answer
There in his eyes
For she moved forward
Ever so slightly
“Come to me, my love…”
And he was there
In an instant
In a heartbeat
Before the lilting cadence of her last word
Danced away
She smiled
Once again a little shy
As she reached up to him
And pulled him down
To the floor
And there
Surrounded by the petals
In this perfumed bed of love
He claimed her
As his own..
His flower
His rose
Amidst the fallen petals...
He heard her sigh
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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