Dawn Rose

Earliest sun,
touches the soft white hills and valleys.
The sleeping rose hides,
Between still, voluptuous curves.

Whispering breeze blows,
caressing the rose.
Gently warming satin petals,
and arousing intimate perfume.

A subtle touch-a brushing kiss,
awakens the sweet nectar.
Silky dew flows gently,
the rose opens eagerly to a new day.

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