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Secret Rose
 

The beautiful rose.
The blood red rose,
Soft and enticing and pure.
Velvet and silk
And yielding and warm
As the one that you love in the morn.
The beautiful rose,
The soft red rose
The beautiful blood red rose.
So red,
Red as blood
Of the woman you love.
As you dare to surrender,
Surrender your soul,
To the warmth of the blood red rose.
And the scent,
Ah the scent,
The heavenly scent
The scent of the blood red rose.
As you lie in her arms,
In the embrace of the rose
In the embrace of the blood red rose.
In the warm embrace
Of her petal so soft,
So soft with the scent of her thighs,
Beware of the rose,
Of the thorns of the rose.
Of the thorns of the blood red rose
The beautiful rose
That exquisite rose.
The beautiful dark, red rose,
For the caress of her thorns
Will scratch and will tear.
Will scratch and will tear at your skin.
Your beautiful skin
Your blood red skin
They will tear and will rip at your warm, soft skin.
The thorns of the rose,
Of the blood red rose
Will scratch and will tear at your skin.
She’ll reach into your soul
Deep into your soul
And your beautiful blood it will flow.
Your blood will flow,
Your blood will flow.
Your beautiful blood will flow
It will flow,
It will flow,
And she’ll watch it will flow
Your beautiful blood will flow.
Taste the kiss of the rose,
The blood red rose,
The rose that will tear you apart.
Dare to savour the kiss,
Feel the blood on your lips
Like the dew in the morn
On the petals so soft and so warm.
For in the heat of the sun,
The noonday sun,
In the heat the dew will be gone
As the trace of your kiss
As you surrender you soul
To petals so soft and so warm.
And she’ll bathe in your blood
Your beautiful blood
She will bathe in your blood as you die.
Your beautiful blood,
Your dark red blood,
She’ll bloom in your blood
As you die.
The dark red rose
The beautiful rose.
The beautiful blood red rose.