Ride, Red Rose, Ride Poem by John Sensele

Red Rose, you rock
In flesh and in the creche
Where reality recognizes beyond the feminine frock
That keeps you fresh

In every sight I bite
Whenever eyes tie
In a sentimental space and in a tight
Tryst where hearts can't lie

Despite strictures
We navigate with every breath
We take with or without love ligatures
In which we entertain sane stealth

When my eyes steal the sight of limpid lips
I long to osculate
In private and in a corner that equips
Feelings with feelings of late

Urging hearts in each other's fondness to fly
Warming up
Feelings that do not lie
For the limpid love in the caprice cup

We can't afford to ignore
Cos love tastes true
We can no longer say no
If we shouldn't rue

Opportunities to sample
Songs sentiments sing
In both our hearts as ample
Amourous amelioration dictates no needless surprises we should spring.