That last rose of Summer
tossing wildly on chilly February breezes
sadly, the man watches
and lets his thoughts take flight
petals lifting
ah, as her skirts had lifted
revealing her favoured silken lingerie,
orange, as were those fluttering petals
that single rose survives
harsh frosts, wild rains
and winter winds, yet it remains
constant to his adoring eye as had she
so loving, so giving
now one petal falls away
less willing than she
eagerly dropped her lingerie
and revealed her joys to him alone.
In the breeze this rose
sways, as had she, so seductively
offering her golden body
into his hardness.
now his breath shuddered
as more petals fell
soon his rose would be gone
as was she
a tear ran on his cheek.
