Petals With A Tease

February Writing Prompt Series: Roses

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He walked me backward, his lips burning against mine. If I could swallow him whole, I would. His taste was sweet, like vine ripened strawberries. The trail to the bedroom was draped with rose petals, the pinks and reds melding together in a monochrome pathway. They were soft on my bare feet like velvet kisses.