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.
Copyright © Bokang Moshoeshoe | Year Posted 2021
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