"Give me a rose," she whispers,
breath soft and warm against him,
"to take with me when I leave you."
Reluctant to leave the goosedown world
of love and pillows,
he slowly tastes her skin...
a heady mixture of them both lingers there,
slightly sweet and salty.
Later, she pauses before a mirror.
Lost in smiling memory,
her eyes and fingertips
gently trace the rosy bloom,
left as a gift
from Love's own laughing lips.
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