All Dressed In White
His eyes touched me in a million ways
his desire the sum of all my days
he was rubbed velvet between fingers
in a blind women's world, a fantastic singer
truth be told I wanted him to touch
that part of me that hurt so much
he gently placed me on a bed of roses
then turned me over for a hundred poses
deflowering innocence he set a shy girl free
reaching to arousal like a tumbling bumblebee
his eyes danced in the firelight that night
as he seized me, all dressed in white
honeymoon lovers at the wake of brawn
flushed by the moon they loved, until dawn
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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