The Exquisite Beauty of a Morning Rose
When the need for a romantic kiss sparkles
within those tender eyes, I won't hesitate
to satisfy her with all the passion
she tenderly has started inside.
More than desire she longs for arms
to protect her from the uncertainty
not to feel touched and loved like others,
then I should please her in any way I can
to consume nights until my strenght
is enough to make her scream and glow
in radiant moonlight; but discovered
by sunrise, her joy must quickly
end in a last embrace of discontent.
Perfection truly defines her elegant,
tempting pose; so soft is her body:
the exquisite beauty of a morning rose!
Written on 10/17/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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