In the early morning
The dew still lingers
On delicate petals.
As I walk through the
Rows admiring the
Different colors and varieties
I see a
Few broken blooms
Lying in the
Freshly cut grass
And I remember
You, my love,
So handsome, shy and reserved
You were everything
This girl dreamed of
In a man
In my fantasy
I rush into your arms
As I press my blush
Against your firm needing mouth
The sweet scent of roses
Mingle with your
Light musky cologne
I feel your exquisite
Caresses and am
Filled with erotic bliss while
I melt into you as
You take me home.