A Rose

A woman’s soul is a delicate rose

That cries out for love

Close intimacy to keep breathing

Happy thoughts to keep believing

A scent of essence in the bed

Wake up in the morning new day ahead

A soul when it is touched, caress

When hands have contact the body for sex

The soul grows into a precious flower

Petals brightens the manicure garden

The watering hose pours more love

To the soaring, aromatic dove

of a flower. A baby rose fed and grow

thru love from the soul

My Lips

My lips are red
Flushed and swell
Larger hospitable
soft and comfortable

Aroused
Conscious
Gorgeous

Glossy,
Shiny
And moist
A plunge of the tongue
Exchange of saliva
Intercourse