Red Roses Poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa

Bed of red roses, each kiss
Was written in gold. every touches
Worth the heart beat..

Eyes of an wild eagle, lips of a dove
Strength of a lionesses,

The victim i was all night long
Yet my heart merry'

Lips glue to my nipples, i moan
And moaned

The roses embraced the sound
Of our moaning then gain sweet
erection

My emotion dances to the tune
Of her touches'

Her magical tongue was divine
As it grace my navel '

I was a victim on bed of red roses.