She touched me with the branch of rose and whispered something in my ear; she took my breath and dropped her clothes and swiped away ingrown fears. Her scarlet petals stroked my mind and set my senses wild and free; her sweetest lips went down my spine and drew from soul a silent plea. Her fingers danced across my skin and send the ripples to every cell. If I could breath, I’d breathe her in and never wish exhale again. If I could look, I’d see her soul and notice flame her passion lights; if I could listen, I’d hear her moan; if I could hold, I’d hold her tight. I’d make her body arch in my hands; I’d moist her skin in passion’s kiss; I’d take us both to the very edge and let us fall into abyss. If I could dream of making love, I’d make her  scream in joyful tears until her body begs enough until illusion disappears…