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BROWN SKINNED ROSE


I touched the tender blossom,
Of the brown skinned rose,
The delicate, pink petals were alive,
Full of moisture, and color, and fragrance,
The strong, supple limbs,
Rippled with delight,
As the fragile, sensitive, inner bud,
Tensed in anticipation,


I touched the tender blossom,
Of the brown skinned rose,
The shiny, pink petals glistened with morning dew,
I heard the sighing wind in nearby pastures,
The limbs became tendrils that pulled at me,
As the fragile, sensitive bud,
Swelled in anticipation,


I touched the tender blossom,
Of the brown skinned rose,
The playful, pink petals whispered welcome,
The strong, supple limbs began an ancient dance,
As the fragile, sensitive bud,
Rose in anticipation,


I touched the tender blossom,
Of the brown skinned rose,
The silky, pink petals gently returned my caress,
The strong, supple limbs began a tantalizing climb,
As the fragile, sensitive bud,
Shuddered in anticipation,


I touched the tender blossom,
Of the brown skinned rose,
The soft, pink petals opened,
And then they closed,
The soft, pink petals opened,
And then they closed,
The strong, supple limbs suddenly arched and froze,
The sighing sounds were replaced by ohs,
As the fragile, sensitive bud,
Quivered in ecstatic release.

Written by TopCat aka… Everett Webb

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