The Rose

The beauty of the rose
Its color red and robust
Some can make you blush
Others can inspire prose
Me I think of you and lips
So red and kissable
And how my head it dips
to lips that are joyable
To lips my fingers open
To kiss your wet juices
lips that are unspoken

as tender rose pedals
so lickable and sweet
A man's perfect treat
I lick my way up again
and here is will surely send
to the redness of your mouth
A kiss it has so much clout
My love that rose has competion
The rose has beauty uncondition
As do you in any rendition

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