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The gardener

The gardener

Shielded through the harsh winter, given only light and Sun, the nurturing of the perfect Rose has now just begun

Watered very often, tended with such love and care, free from weeds and insects, her gardeners always there

To keep her petals moistened, her leafs are the brightest green, her beauty is way beyond measure, she's the most gorgeous Rose there's ever been

The plumpest of petals, she was the most perfect shade of Red, I stared at her for ages, burning a image in my head

I thought I'd never forget that Rose, the perfect flower of my dreams, but that's not the true story, she's not a plant it seems

For the Rose I thought was perfect, the beauty before my very eyes, was the one you've been nurturing, nestled in between your luscious thighs

So now I sip your nectar, like Hummingbird at play, they maybe other Roses but, with this one I will stay

Why would you go to another Rose, when you've found one so devine, I will tend her constantly, until the end of time

Ron

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Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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My perfect Rose
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