Patti Masterman


Waltzing For Roses - Poem by Patti Masterman

waltzing for roses, you brush against my cheek,
thinking I'll not notice, my mind is so far;
thorns discounted till we've gained the prize:
your touch draws me on, until first daylight,
we waltz in the sheets, like a virgin's first dance,
petal soft turns electric, then you start to pant
as I bear you along, on waves of raw silk;
my wound is your pleasure; and you are my milk.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010



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