The altar of your Rose

The altar of your Rose

Let me part your Rose's petals, let me lap and taste your sweetest wine, savouring your nectar, your taste is so devine

My tongue runs along your lips, on your bud my tongue slowly flicks, each lap encircles her, I pay homage with each lick

Your petals are glistening, I adore the fragrance of your Rose, such a sexual odour, creeping up my nose

My head deep inside your legs, my cheeks against your thighs, everytime I lap at your Rose, you release such sexual sighs

I want to lead you to ecstasy, slowly take you to your edge, tease you there for a lifetime, before I send you off the ledge

Feel your nectar run down my chin, I try to lick up every drop, but I can't drink you quick enough, your juices never stop

Each time I lick your pussy, you raise up to give me more, slowly but surely, there's a sexual puddle on the floor

A puddle made from you my Goddess, it's the nectar from your Rose, everytime I lap at you the nectar puddle grows

Your breathing starts to pick up pace, you hold me by the head, you grind your pussy into my face, to make sure that I've been fed

To feast at your sacred place, at the altar of your Rose, fills me with a burning hunger, which I hope this poems shows

Do you feel me in your dreams, paying homage at her your sacred place, does it make you wiggle and put a grin upon your face

I can only imagine, how sweet the taste of your Rose would be, I can only dream that the day will come, when you'll show share your Rose with me

Ron