Wicked Dream


Christina Strigas

You said I smelt like a rose

you plucked my petals

one by one

slowly whispering

she loves me

she loves me not

my legs were spread wide

like the ocean

and you drowned in my waters.

The smell of burn toast

brought me to my senses

and the memory of a rose garden

between my legs

was long forgotten.

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  1. megdekorne · October 21, 2015

    ” the smell of burnt toast ” ….and roses , so wickedly bewitching . Love you Chrissy ! megxxx

    Liked by 2 people

  2. thelonelyauthorblog · October 22, 2015

    You left me speechless. You don’t write any clunkers. Another amazing poem with such erotic imagery. This was freakin’ hot. Love your work.

    Liked by 1 person

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