She Loves Me, She

I smelled the rose, red like a droplet of warm blood, that I held in my hand She looked at me teasingly, And the sweet fragrance permeated my quivering body, Her lips parted in a sly smile, I plucked one velvety petal after another… She swooned in pure ecstasy and stretched out on the floor seductively, ...until none were left but a couple; She loves me… I plucked a petal, She loves me not… I plucked the last one And, exposed the bud, She opened up like a blossoming flower. Like a buzzing bee I landed on her to take a sip of the nectar. ~"That is Sexy" contest by Lewis Raynes