All naked and pert As she lies on our bed Natures beauty In delightful spread The Rose nearby I take in my hand As i gently brush Her body so grand The petals surrender As her skin sighs Aromatic scents Caress her inner thighs Her breasts rise As if in hunger want As more petals tease To her pert like taunts Brushed and tickled Her palace of pink The stem of her man Her heaven will link Sensual tensions ripe As she moans and glows The love of her man And the Strokes of the Red Rose http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love3.php