The Confession
What a sorrowful soul I’ve become
My actions cry out for scorn
For on this day I did succumb
And now I am most forlorn
Through the center of the garden
I crept as a predator might
Selecting a victim most forbidden
There before me all shiny and bright
Losing control I reached out my hand
Groping to capture its essence and beauty
And for reasons I can’t understand
I took possession as if by duty
To my surprise no struggle did it make
As I caressed its gorgeous stem
I fondled and did partake
Of its innocence like the beast I am
I kissed it softly and inhaled its scent
I could feel the lust build within
My passion I could not vent
As I felt the tingling upon my skin
And as my excitement dwindled
I knew that I must disclose
This day my emotions were kindled
As I kissed the red red rose.
©Copyright Charlie Gragg March 21, 2010
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