Her petals were awaiting me, to take her full aroma in,
She was a garden of Eden to taste her, to touch upon
Her nakedness was my bliss.

Her wrists were locked in pleasure, silk skin, tempting
Touches, she was a goddess of my eyes and her flower
Was awaiting my now eager touch.

Rosette beauty thorns trimmed only softness upon
Lips as each petal was gently picked and her flower
Bathed with awaiting ecstasy.

Her rose was worth the wait as two became as one
And the nectar of this garden was tasted, and now
Her rose is a bud awaiting pleasures anew.