Floral golden shower.

The fallen petals of the red rose
of love, passion that burns deeper
than desire. The rush of crimson blood.
Lust on your glistening lips
sin on your finger tips.
The reason why the soul tears and rips,
Why your heart beat rises and dips,
the cause of your hardened dick.
The soft scent of the rain drenched rose,
floral sweetness that only your soul knows
naked petals falling to the ground,
decadence, perfection found
in the crimson petals that fall from the flower,
floral scented in summers golden shower.

Karen Hayward ©2016