rosebud, how much
secret can you hide
away in a rosebud?
your muse, his
exquisite eyes, lips,
hands and fingers?
an unrequited
relationship?
taking a friend's
dear one for an
afternoon of
sensual ride shoving
and turning between
an ocean of pleasure
and a torn conscience
hard as a 20-year lie
tossed between words
in a newspaper run
by a megalomaniac?
rosebud how much love
can you hold in a rosebud?
all the night fantasies rolled
up tight, kept warm between
heart racing bossoms, entertwined
desires that blend like fragrance and
scents to drive up yearnings for
physical adventures and the fluid
and stimulating verses pouring
out of your systems
rosebuds, where would you
find them most appealing?
a virgin pink at her lips
soft and shy at heart
and a longing held tight
as petals waiting for the
perfect moment to unveil
its charm, splendour
a heart waiting for the
right moment to leap
into another
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