With a Rose

I had to pick the perfect shade of red, That perfectly complimented your skin, Pressed against your nose, your lips, and your chin, As it slowly moved away from your head. So, your lovely long neck happily led Where it was going, from where it had been, Down to where the twin desires of men Allowed all of their passions to be fed. This silky seducer started to slide Down your stomach, in the eye of a blink, And you smiled, as it continued to glide In a way that would make both of us think. Then, finally, it was ready to hide In the spot where red would give way to pink.