Soft and dainty as a rose petal. Dew drops on my forehead. Kisses from the sky. Blooming sweetness, growing past my eyes. Prickly thorns to my surprise are beautiful, poisonous and splintery to the touch. Blood drips down the stem. I smile because I like the color red. The sun's beaming down my back, I continue smiling trying not to crack. Repeating thoughts, crowded, lost into my mind. I peak into your soul. Torn, worn, and black holes. Vessels, bitter sweet kisses fall unto your lips. Leading down my core. Your fingers trickle over the notches in my spine. I shudder at the thought of your non-existence here. The chills you spread across my neck, tip-toeing to my head. My hair stands now. I'm submissive to your defeat. My adoration for you is overwhelming, keeping me in heat. I crave more. They say every rose has it's thorn. I'm curious as hell what your catch is, what it possibly may be. You are genuine perfection to me.