Rose

Your slender, budding form was so compelling,
your sensual, siren movements as you danced…
and then your ripening maturity
left coyness in the past as it enhanced
voluptuous allure. Each time we’re close
I breathe your luscious scent and I respond
with heavy-lidded eyes and knowing smile.
Sweet Lorelei, I cherish you beyond
your petal lips and stem-like throat…you draw
me in, oblivious to every thorn-
but willingly I’ll bleed to see you pose
in crystal on the mantel you’ll adorn.