Ther' be an air of sensuality, to th' tilting of o'Rose,
young stems curving gracefully.....as they maturate
as to support th' moist blossom of their better half
in glorious rapture on th' crest...of a fresh new day.
Solar-Orb, inveils this captive image....so glowingly,
likened to th' flush of warming faces, loudly shining
o'er lovers as they ensconce....in juxtaposed nirvana;
as woman spreads her beaut, y and man rises to see.
The beauty of o'Rose....fully realised through virility,
its stem, th' backbone, prowess.........to such majesty.
No carriage of effloresence be so beautiful to behold
as th' inebriating climax....upon th' tilting uv 'o' Rose.
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! One of your best, most definitely.