I laid with rose petals on my lips.
Thick, velvet red on each lid.
Sweetness covered my chest.
Each breath,
Causing a petal to flutter.
Gently tickle my skin.
Feeling as though
You were on me.
My navel, my nipple
And chin.
I slept in a bed of roses.
Brought to me
Through your love,
The same as when you sleep
Next to me.
My tender, lovely bud.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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