Your body reminds me of roses on a bright spring day,
In full bloom and full of fragrance;
Exotic.
Your lips so sweet,
Just like the words that come out of it,
Not Even the honey bees can make anything sweeter.
Your touch as soft and passionate as a thousand daffodils in a meadow,
Your love,
My only rare black rose in a bouquet of red roses.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
Your body reminds me of roses on a bright spring day,
In full bloom and full of fragrance;
Exotic.
Your lips so sweet,
Just like the words that come out of it,
Not Even the honey bees can make anything sweeter.
Your touch as soft and passionate as a thousand daffodils in a meadow,
Your love,
My only rare black rose in a bouquet of red roses.
Jonesy 2016 ©
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