A Bed of Roses
Thinking of you , I close my eyes , and I am lying back on a bed of roses ,
Their petals caress my skin ,
a sacrament of bliss .
I sigh ,
the murmur of love escapes from my heart ,
juice escapes from the flower
and throbbing between my thighs ;
sweet , like honey ,
my crystal nectar
for the bee.
I dream a moment longer ,
And feel your kiss
upon my lips .
Open to receive you ,
a sacrament of bliss ,
nectar exchanged from your lips
to mine ,
Your curls falling over my face like tendrils from a sacred vine .
encircling me with the sweetest bondage ,
for this ,
from , ” My Unchained Heart ”
a compilation of poetry and prose ,
copyright , Natasha von Rosenschilde , 2013