The scent of a Rose

The scent of a Rose

I want to stroke your petals, I want to smell your rose, I want to brush it with my lips, to pluck it I suppose.

I'd love to push her petals wide, to see your bud within, to take my tongue and tickle her, to let the fun begin.

To slowly flick her on the tip, slowly suck around her edge, to make her so full of bloom, to push her to the edge.

Then just like a honey bee, your nectar I must drink, watch her as she opens up, with control you make her wink.

Kissing on your inner thigh, I can see your flower shine, I pull you down on to me, it time to make her mine.

You take me in your garden, i slide into your flower bed, you rise and fall above me, yours placed beside my head.

Grinding down my manhood, only stopping at my balls, you flower sucks along my shaft, to you I give my all.

Your pussy takes in all I have, I wish that there was more, then you get off and turn around, it seems you want some more.

I go to gently slide it in you, " No not there I want it in my bum, I want to have some anal, before I get to cum".

Using your own flowers juice, I make it nice and wet, tightening muscles peel back my skin but I'm not ready yet

My mind is doing overtime thoughts running through my head, I came to smell your pretty Rose, now I'm playing in your shed.

Soon I feel your body tense, I feel you're about to cum, I slowly pull my dick out, from deep inside your bum.

I lay you down in front of me, we're fucking face to face, I see your smile of ecstasy as I begin to pick up pace.

I can feel you cuming, I push faster till you're done, I pull my cock out and start to pull my seed lands on your tum.

Now we are both laying there, our gardening day is through, thank for the sweetest Rose, this poem is for you

Ron