Hedonistic hues of red

If I were the flower
then he’d be my bee
My carnal flames
of passions red
enticing him.
My primal
soothing him
My silken skin
of purest touch
appeasing him.

Delicate petals
opening for him…

If he were a Bee
then I’d be his
reddest rose
my petals
for him.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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