A Kiss For The White Rose

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-A Kiss for the White Rose-

Breathe in her wisps of rose fumes
Slowly, let yourself be consumed
Gaze at her silken dress, yet be warned
Lay not a hand upon the white rose.

Hide in the shadows of the midnight sun
Watch her undress, petals come undone
Feel the passion and lust soar, yet be warned
Lay not a hand upon the white rose.

Slip into her bedroom to watch her dream
Inhale her pureness, her face so serene
You shouldn’t have come, now be warned
Lay not a hand upon the white rose.

For a tempting second, you seem to have forgot
Think that a soft kiss would matter not
As your lips touch hers, you knew you were warned
To lay not a hand upon the white rose.

From her virgin skin, thorns have grown
Know that the blood on her lips are not yours alone
You watch in horror as in fatal seconds she wilts
You should have not laid a hand upon the white rose.

All that is left is a withered rose stained,
Showered with pearly drops of crimson rain
With a bloodied sigh you bow your head in regret
All you wanted was to kiss the white rose.