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
blooming
fragrant
scent,
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
unfurling
for him.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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