THE RED ROSE

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.

Kyalo.

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