poems28

Music Now Playing:
A Reflection Of A Passion (Acropolis)

The Rose Tattoo

by Myself

She walks in scarlet silks,
With feminine grace,
A beauty doubtless through and through.
A veil covers her comely face,
And her back has a rose tattoo.

With the tattoo exposed,
On her revealing dress,
There is a story to be told.
Is it there just to impress,
On this woman to behold?

Scarlet is the colour of passion,
Showing the wearer has love amore,
Even the rose is tainted red.
For this is a woman to adore,
Who would give ardour in bed.

The rose is a desired beauty,
Treasured, delicate to entertain.
But the thorn is there as well,
That will give it's admirers pain,
Suffering that will surely tell.

Approach with caution your own silky vision,
With a loving warm caress.
Then look into her eyes so blue,
Gently unbutton her scarlet dress,
And look for a rose tattoo.