Roses

Let’s remove one rose, two roses, there roses Every rose wrapping you like a grape vine And leave them on the bedside to repose Until the moon is stripped by the sunshine. A wind blow may dress you quite fine, His touch is smooth, his breath closes Around your collar and your waist line, Unloose your arms, copy Venus’ pose. But what is this? Two newborn roses Bloom on your face and now they pine Like twin suns, encircling your nose, Tinted like two glasses of red wine! More roses will show if we expose And I claim they all will be mine