Naked Rose

In the air; the floral scent flows, Enchanting scent of the naked rose. Feet buried in quicksand as time slows Broken hourglass sand caress toes. Blind eyes see her; that enticed the nose- Call it lust at first sight. Familiar yet so rare; her red petals in repose Dark; yet so bright. I dig for the roots of her voluptuosness Skin to skin, I still know not her secret Eyes locked in mutual lecherousness Only she holds the key from which the glamour stems.