Flower Seduction
Lying still on the floor; the rose dances over my skin
How is it possible that this simple flower could be so soft?
I stretch and shiver as it runs over my belly; the smell, beauty
Dewey with my wetness it slides over my thigh leaving a trail
Intoxicating my senses I continue; my breath drawn raggedly
Why does this heighten my awareness when my eyes close?
Impetuousness led me to this act and now I writhe and moan
The feeling indelibly painted in my flesh; the sensation stays
I cry out in exquisite pleasure and lift the rose to my nose
and try to breath again….