by Grant Mckenzie

Created on: February 13, 2009

The bud of the rose

Blooms in the spring

A gentle caress

Lest the thorns prick and sting

Blood red petals

Make the bloom I hold

Filled with fiery passion

Displayed strong and bold

Velvet softness meets

My fingertip's brush

Excitement flows through me

With an unstoppable rush

Breath changes pace

Now shallow and fast

This first soft touch

Will not be the last.

Senses become alert

Eyes wide, aroma sweet

Fiery rush on skin

Passion made complete

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