She lies in a bed of roses her pale white virgin body covered in silk sheets virgin the living giving soul waits impatiently for her lover to come lying in a bed of broken dreams her juvenile thoughts are pure as clear as the night that follows she lights her candles and she burns she’s unwrapped her cotton sheets twirls down on the floor her pale white tender lips seeks for a kiss to hold on forever her lover welcomes her in the shady night
falls climaxing the heat rises the air filled with moisten teardrops losing her virginity in a bed of red roses losing her touch with reality floating drifting on a waveof total lust she awakes from a bad dream the sheets draped in red blood sugary candy melts her lips creamy licking them of from the sweatthe living giving soul has awoken she has grown in youth the blood she has giving have made her today a real woman