Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.
Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.
Waiting....
waiting
to be plucked
and caressed
full filling
her passions need
waiting…
waiting
in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
blinded by her sight
she is....
The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.
Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.
Waiting....
waiting
to be plucked
and caressed
full filling
her passions need
waiting…
waiting
in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
blinded by her sight
she is....
The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
