The Sweet smell of a Rose

The sweet smell of a Rose

Part her petals gently, her fragrance is so fresh and sweet, soft sensual lips, the kind I'd love to eat

Dewy droplets of moisture, glistening on her clit, I'd love to watch her blossom and so quietly I'd sit

Stroking her inner lips, to my touch I feel her shudder, her beauty shines out onto my face, for me there is no other

Her Rose is so downy soft, her lips carefully folded in straight lines, oh I want to pluck this Rose, I wish to make her mine

No thorns leading to this Rose, just stockings topped with lace, leading me to her garden, I try not to rush my pace

For this Rose is special, a flower who beauties like no other, I'd love to water her daily, I want to be her lover

Making sure she's always moist and her lips are nice and wet, I'd take care of this Rose, no better care this Rose would get

I'd make sure she bloomed daily, tucked in a flower bed of Black lace, always smiling and content, you'd see it on her face

So she's a Rose by any other name, whose fragrance is so sweet, please let me be your gardener, the next time that we meet

Ron