Poetry To A Rose - The Visit
Oh, you blushing beauty!
Virgin of the Morning!
Utterly I am slain by your fresh, sensual perfume.
Teasingly you disrobe before my eyes,
Until I ache
All shyness cast aside, at long last the prize:
the sweet, golden middle
revealed in all its glory.
Penetrating layers of velvet, blushing flesh,
I dive in to drink long and deep of your sweet liquer.
I am sated
and can sup no more at your fleshly font.
Hesitantly, dizzily I depart, wearing a tell-tale, golden glow
Vowing to return for more.
DayPoems Poem No. 1739
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1739.html">Poetry To A Rose - The Visit by Deborah Berry</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor