A Rose Like My Love
Not too short,
Yet not sky high either,
Smooth silky legs,
Just to see you surrender,
The vessels filled with juices,
The warmth it shares,
The sweet fragrance of a lady,
That the specifications of a rose,
They both share,
Sliding down from top too bottom,
All the sweetness staying in the middle,
Don't throw it away,
Even if the look changes,
It's the inside that counts,
As to why I give you many of roses.....
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