A supple rose courts scorn, Yet dances with delight. Vibrant and colourful, Petals soft, a vivid light. As daylight fades to night, And shadows gently loom, The rose retreats, Concealing its bloom. No
The moonlight's soft caress, Gleams off your nakedness. Your body, my tender touch, For the art of love is such. How could I resist the spell you weave, In the shadows, sensuality we achieve. A dance