Dark rum, Roses and a Wild Cherry.

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DARK RUM, ROSES AND A WILD CHERRY

Sensuality is a red velvet background
Edged in black lace
And to have imposed as an imaged picture
A glass of black rum
Both, a red and a white rose
And a wild cherry…

Now, drink in the fire of that rum
Not fast but a sip at a time
So the throat burns to each passing taste
And the tongue tingles
As each new drop of fire becomes a passion
Each sip becomes a dream’s opening
Drink deep…
Then feel a deliberate sense of abandonment

So the Roses…
These red and white flowers of symbolised beauty
Are melted into a softest shade of pink
Breasting the sweet scent of sensuality
As the petals open
To expose the dear buds of Summer’s joy
That gentle hands gather such a bouquet
And each rose-bud rises a proud head
To the joy of sensuality’s Sun

Now is the passion of the wild cherry
Succulent to any tongue’s tasting
That, on biting, opens flesh
To expose the ripeness of sweet juice
Which saturates lips and reddens in virtue
As the tongue reaches for a honeyed pip
Which surrenders itself in a love’s juiced extraction

So lips…
Which have drunk the black rum
That have kissed each full-budded rose
And feasted the flesh of the wild Cherry
Such lips know the ultimate taste of love
And the imaged picture
The black rum, the roses and wild cherry  Is within the mind, a myriad of orgasmic colours