Standing face to face
My hands
Slide...
Down your sides
Touching
Your
Beautiful backside
My rose petals
Begin to open...
Morning dew
Starts to form...
Your hands
feel the wetness
As you pull
The rose petals Back...further
Bending down
You smell...the fragrance
I end up smiling
I Exploded... ...
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Reviewed by Christine Volkoff (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2010
Wow...this is true poetic erotica of the highest order. What makes it hot I think, is the use of delicate metaphors...
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have a nice cup o tea. calm down...lol