A Kiss From A Rose
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I reached out my hand to you,
to find the place where you had laid,
empty but still warm from your body's heat.
A smile comes to my lips
as I remember
what had seemed to be a dream.
How you had loved me so tenderly,
making our time together
so wonderfully romantic and real.
My heart overflows
with the love I feel for you.
I hear you enter
and I feel your presence near.
I pretend to still be sleeping,
wondering what you will do.
You tenderly kiss my shoulder
and I feel a tiny flicker of your tongue.
I think you enjoy the taste of me.
I feel something tracing down my arm
and curiosity gets the better of me,
I have to open my eyes.
I smile as I see that you have brought to me
a single red rose.
You know that is my favorite
and it means so much to me,
coming from you.
But I never knew
it could be so sensual,
as you continue your journey
over hills and down into valleys.
I like the way you can make me feel.
I think you like it too.
You are in a lazy mood this morning,
I can see it in your eyes.
I stretch languidly before you,
welcoming you to join me
in the comfort of our resting place.
You lean forward
placing the rose against my lips,
stroking the petals
oh so gently across their fullness.
My arms encircle your neck
pulling you closer to me.
I need more than the kiss from a rose.
Angel Medders
Copyright 2003
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