Tryst

A rose of thorns does bloom,
as my gentle kiss traverses down your neck,
I steal a bit of your precious fragrance,
Thy Sweet Perfume.
Your luscious lips taste of the sweetest fruit,
The feel of your hair,
Like velvet curtains blowing softly through the air.
That sweet surprise between your lovely thighs,
Call me to attention and a hard salute.
Entrance into your sacred cave,
Means simply I shall embrace the way wild animals behave.
And when our little tryst is done,
I shall know there is no end to what has just begun.
I shall lay my head upon your supple breasts,
Once more to hear that place that your gentle heart does rest.

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