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The Trace of My Rose

Lie down my precious, close your eyes
Relax yourself, get ready for a sensuous surprise
Its stem is long, free of all thorns
Its pedals are fully blossomed and thick
So soft and tender wonderfully clothed in red.
Its power is awesome, this you will see
As it journeys all over you, starting from your head.
The strokes are slow and sweet 
Poised to make the touch so intense
Sliding down your face, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your eyes
This is only a prelude for soon my passion will have you high
The journey continues as my rose glides down your voluptuous body
Teasing your neck and tingling your chin
For sooner or later I know you will want me in.
The place is now your breasts
The caresses are gentle and focused
Your nipples rise as I perfect my stride 
Over those mounds of joy you possess.
As they stand erect giving salute to my attention
Did I mention that the pleasures have only begun?
How smooth and flat is thy stomach!
What path of ecstasy does this way lead me!
Oh your thighs! How my eyes light up and open wide
My rose is coming to tease your surprise
Like caramel pillars of pleasure they are
The red trace neglects not these round delights
Running all over your fortress is the honor of the red rhythm maker.
It is confined to your surface
I will now proceed inside
You have been mesmerized by my rose
For the results of my trace you cannot escape
 
Dexter Humphrey

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