When in Rome,
live romantic;
when at home, unearth lost romance,
like pink flower bathed outo' blue stream,
honey dew beads, gleams on
velvet cheeks and slopes of nose,
casually overlooked.
Wet violet robe hugged tight
the scent of hot skin from fading;
thick black hair let out hot tears
streamed down the spine, smeared,
lessen its warmth en route.
Red satin gown etched down, feature
green peaks and valleys, oddly evident;
moist lips tried hard hiding invite smile
rhythmic thuds spelt the yearning within
there she waited her impending lover,
shower her with praise, warmth n' flowers,
share the chore of homemaking
reduce the labor of upbringing
respect the spirit of femininity,
heighten the heaven of sexuality.
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