Small bulb of love, twisting growing through the sands, something so powerful, fighting through the thorns...
Its pettels, curvy, round and round, soft like our lips when the join..
A deep red, a heartfelt colour of explosion, thorns prick and thorns hurt, but true red lips seals the hurt with a kiss..
Long slender neck, reaching to the sun crying out, love me..
Perfectly sound, perfectly still in one moment of bliss, its happy with life's sunshine
Smells of love divine, smells of hearts content.. pushing against our ruby reds..
Pluck like a stolen kiss, given away like a lover heart.. this is my red rose to you..
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