Rose Bed
In the mist covered with stains,
Thornless along its silhouette,
Shaped divinely for wandering eyes,
For its beauty is a gift,
That one cannot obtain a second guess,
Flawless in all forms when looked upon,
Each pedal
so soft if touched just below its side,
Prancing around to the beat of endless wind,
They form a crusade that not only a gaze itself could resist,
It brings awareness to them from within,
Sensing lustful vibes which repels against the protruding audience,
Makes their job much more pleasing,
Showing their true assets becomes daunting,
In a respectable manner they shine to all,
How clever that must have been,
Twisting, turning, swirling, one by one,
Pressing towards each other,
Laying conscious amongst, innocently,
In their Rose Bed
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