The prettiest Rose
She has the prettiest Rose, so soft and warm and wet, it produces the finest nectar, the most delightful flavour yet
Petals so beautiful, they captured my mind and heart, glistening with diamond droplets, when gently spread apart
So close I could touch it, though I know it's just a dream, but it is so very real, well that is how it seems
To feel her velvet petals, to stroke the bud wrapped beneath her hood, oh I wish her Rose was here, I really wish I could
To rest my head upon her thigh, to flick, probe and sip, to drink all her heavenly wine, whilst my fingers take a dip
I would love to suck and bite her, gently on her precious moist bud, when it's filled with her desire, so engorged with erotic blood
I dream of her flower, she has by far the prettiest Rose, I get to play with her throughout the night, then when the Sun comes up she goes
THE KINKY POET