The roses smell sweeter
When wet
Crushed under the arch of your back
Delicate petals
Sodden with sweat
Paper thin shells
Pressed into lush grass
Flattened by the force
Of desire
I remember it well
The nights you came to me
Secret trysts under trellis’
Stolen kisses
As the sun raced us home
Your skin glistening with sweat then
Hot breathe on my neck
As you panted my name
The moment you gave yourself
Over to passion
Over to love
Over to me
I remember it well
Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
well done, Ginni, well done
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Sounds romantic, lovely.
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