My Rose

Oh how that rose

Helps me think of you

Her beauty like yours, rare

As I lift her in my hands

I hold you…… close

Her petals straining to bring pleasure

As is the want of your heart

Your sight, your touch, your scent

Creates within desires so strong

That carry me across the sea

and into your arms

*

Kneeling there

Breathing deeply

My nose buried in your petals

I taste your morning dew

Closing my eyes

My tongue

Flits and flutters

Caressing droplets

That burst with flavour on my tongue

Frisson ripples through

As your taste becomes entangled within

*

And there to kneel breathing deeply

An act of worth ship begins

Flowers strewn across the altar

As our bodies join

our hearts and minds

In rich and deep connection