Pink Rose

He lays there in her lap with a smile
Even if it is just for a little while
She is his friend whom he will always love
She perfect fits him like a glove

Her breasts are but cushions for his head
And her lap is nothing more than a bed
Her eyes are blue pools to which he did thrive
Her heart is what he likes to bring alive

In her hand lies a beautiful flower
he smells the different perfumes that do shower
she holds the flower like it is apart of a link
the color is a soft and gentle friendship pink
Branden Aeling

A miniature rose for my mum, Sunday is Mother's Day