A RED ROSE

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A rose is just a rose when a gift of sight turns to a tasteful glee.  Tighten ripples on his smooth mocha skin is sinfully inviting. Enticing. Devouring. My heart palpitates, anxious to swim in his essence of desire. Softness shimmers as my hand glides through his body. I looked up to him while appreciating his hard work. He smiles and I gives him a seductive kiss on his sweetly sensitive tip. My lips ascends upon his muscles. Then he places the stem between my teeth and whispers, "Make love to me". 


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