White Rose
WHITE Rose
WHITE ~ At first GLANCE your overlapped petals are delicately fringed in
shades of softest PEACH.
WHITE ~ A BUZZING of bees hover near, drawn by your enticing honeyed
GOLDEN anthers.
WHITE ~ Your sweet FRAGRANCE captures the air around me until I'm
aroused with the CRIMSON heat of passion.
WHITE ~ What luscious FLAVOR would you leave upon the buds of my
seeking PINK tongue?
WHITE ~ My hand longs to STROKE the length of your tender GREEN stem
as you bare it in expectation of being noticed.
(Glance, peach, buzzing, golden, fragrance, crimson, flavor, pink, stroke, green)
A glance was all I needed to bring a blush of peach to my cheeks.
I am buzzing in anticipation for you to be framed in the sun's last
golden rays of the day.
Oh thorns, do not prick me so that a drop of crimson blood does not mask your mistress's fragrance from me.
A taste of you would cast shame upon the pink stains left upon my lips
from a strawberry.
Other flowers will never feel the stroke of my hand upon them. They are green with envy because they cannot compete with the depth of your BEAUTY.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015
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