Petals. Bright red, pale pink, sunny yellow, pure white… Beautiful. Charming.
I picked them slowly from the deep red rose.
They felt smooth and soft to the touch.
I let them fall to the bed, carefully – almost as if they were descending in slow-motion.
Pretty. Some things are just so pretty.
Romantic.
I smiled to myself… they represent love.
A love that was overwhelming. It was all consuming. I could barely stand it. But I could not break away. I was hypnotised. The petals contained all my feelings in their small, delicate, bodies.
What was it he had said – Insatiable. I was insatiable.
This made my smile grow wider as I thought of all his love, his kisses.
He lavished me with kisses. With affection.
Exactly what I deserved.
I felt blessed.
If you can dream it... 