If it were possible, I’d ask you to close your eyes so that you can imagine. Thankfully, reading has been the tool for communicating fantasies and ideas for centuries and will suffice.
I wish for you to imagine laying down, flat on your back, and extending your arms around you. Your fingers slowly dig into the surface upon which you lay. Relax your entire self and breathe. Feel every single part of your being.
The scent that fills you is soft, sweet, and tender. Laced with the memories of youth, happiness, and light existence, your mind may travel into the depths of its sincerest desires. Everything that surrounds you is pure. This is the sensation of divinity.
If only we could bury ourselves in it. The aroma is captivating, what embraces you are the gentle petals of roses, so demure and enchanting. There is no bed more lavish than one composed of them.
So before we bid adieu, that is where she, the rose, is inviting you to. There is no fear necessary…what she offers is bliss and to be fulfilled…you would give the same to her, she knows it. If only he saw that too.
