Rose are red,
With memories so sweet
A field of delight
Since the day we did meet
.
Morning's dew glistening
Beneath the Gardner's touch
Holy songs ringing
Teasing me too much
.
My nails clawing sheets
My back arching up
Keeping me on edge
As my breasts you do cup
.
Bound, begging for relief
As my petals quiver for you
With a whisper in my ear
"No slut, we're not through."
.
Roses are red
With memories of desire
A field of bondage
And endless lust a pyre

