The rose

She unfurls,
Before my gaze,
Her love, as beautiful
As a fresh budding rose,
Glistening with the first
Delicate drops of morning dew,
Her scent, drifting so sweetly
From that luscious flower,
Her hands, as delicate
As butterfly wings,
Flutter lightly upon
Her intimate petals,
Her breath, the gentle
Sigh of a summer breeze,
At her own subtle musings,
Her face, the glory of
The midday sun,
As the bud swells,
In the wonder that is her,
This garden of Eden,
Captivating and commanding
As she grows wild and free,
In the throes
Of her self arousal,
And she reaches full bloom
In a cascade of euphoria,
My beautiful lover,
My delicate flower,
My unfurling rose