I can imagine your lips
like the petals of a rose,
A red rose if i might add.
Now i see your tongue,
so wet and free
dancing along with mine ,
a slow mexican song.
your lips touch mine,
so soft like the petals of thee bloomed rose,
with the fragrance so rich,
sensational like rolling thunder.
I explore the rose,the high mountains,
the low sea,the untamed gardens and tall trees.
the rose is pure and fair,
tender and sweet to those who kiss by the book.