Why is it I think of
you when I hold the
petals of a rose?
Is it because its
softness reminds me
of your silky skin?
Is it because its
lightness reminds me
of your grace?
Or could it be, I like
to play with them with
my fingers?
The way I do with you!
Okay. This one pushes my buttons. I had to write a poem in response. Check it out. I've named it, "Beneath My Control." I'll put it in the Sexual folder. Enjoy.
Mm..Mm..Mmmm!! I'm too shy to reply!