My Rose

My rose

Clothly, dire

Draped red sapphires

And I whisper in your ear

Do you taste the velvet

Crushed under my

Finger tips?

.

Resting

Smoothly, delicate

Donned carpet petals

And I see the deep lust

in the every gasp and

breath

.

Crisp and clean

Savory and satisfying

.

I claim 

You

My rose


A forgotten poem I wrote a few months ago. I wan’t originally going to share it but after some time away, I decided to post it. Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash

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