Can You Keep A Secret?

Surprisingly enough, I actually didn't write this for class. I wrote this for my muse. He's the inspiration behind pretty much every perverse thing I wrote that semester.

Nestled in the fragrant folds of a rose--
Lies a secret, sweet words yet unspoken.
It hangs precipitously on a breath…
And then! One false move sets it in motion!
The glistening bead rolls dangerously,
Moistening the walls of its velvet cave…
Momentum builds as it moves, onward now,
A hunger of the kind food cannot stave.
Now it breaks free of the greedy blossom,
Spilling out! The poor flower in a daze…
An enigma exposed, these dark wet thoughts--
Blush deep red, beneath the heat of his gaze.

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