The Strokes of the Red Rose
All naked and pert
As she lies on our bed
Natures beauty
In delightful spread
The Rose nearby
I take in my hand
As i gently brush
Her body so grand
The petals surrender
As her skin sighs
Aromatic scents
Caress her inner thighs
Her breasts rise
As if in hunger want
As more petals tease
To her pert like taunts
Brushed and tickled
Her palace of pink
The stem of her man
Her heaven will link
Sensual tensions ripe
As she moans and glows
The love of her man
And the Strokes of the Red Rose
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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