If the world were to be,
a blossoming plum tree.
I would pick but one,
and that blossom, you,
I will hold, cherish and love.
By Justin.
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"I can not believe I have to re-write that love poem," Justin said as Rose laid the paper down. "I have a hard time writing a LOVE poem. I've never experienced…" Silence filled the room.
"Well Justin, perhaps he wanted, more. Look on the bright side, at least he is allowing you the opportunity to re-write it." Rose relayed as she brushed back her long black hair behind her shoulders, settled into her perched hands and began thinking.
Justin paced back and forth across the floor with nervous energy that mirrored his whirling thoughts. He ran his hand through his short sandy blond hair as if trying to bring the creative thought waves to life. Spinning on his heels as he turned and faced Rose.
"I have till tomorrow morning to come up with a poem that will bring my grade up to a passing level. What in the 'Hell' am I going to do?" His frustration showed in every muscle on his face.
"Come here," Rose said as she stood up and took Justin by the hand. She led him to the couch and sat, motioning for him to do the same.
Beams of sunlight flickered through the large living room windows as the trees outside swayed to the wind's touch. Filtering the rays that speckled the house with colors that illuminated the room in a reddish hue, which lit up the furniture as well as their faces.
"What do you see?" Rose asked. Her blue eyes stared directly into his brown pools of curiosity. His passion churned like a vortex of confusion. Holding tightly to restraint for he did not want to expose the feelings he had for her.
"The sun is going down and making the light sparkle red colors in the room," Justin said with a tone that questioned his correctness. Rose offered to help him write a poem for a passing grade and that should have been foremost on his mind but it was not. Her beauty sitting so close to him was the words that his heart was singing, as his lips moved, "…and I see you!"
"Mix what you see with what you feel, what do you feel?" Rose asked. She sat back a little more relaxed, examining Justin as a doctor would a patient. Looking for the proper treatment that would release the river of poetry from Justin that she was sure everyone posses.
"I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face?" Justin said.
"How does that make you feel?" Rose asked.
Justin wrestled with the words to describe how he felt about her that clashed with the thoughts of what to say in response to her question. "I feel …like I am going to fail."
Rose giggled at his reply as she reached down and took Justin's hand and pulled it to her chest. Opening up his fingers with hers and placing his palm directly to lie upon her left breast.
"Now, what do you feel," Rose said with a seductive smile. Her head tilted downward slightly in a giggle before she sat up straight and projected the seriousness of her teachings.
Justin's heart pounded so loudly he couldn't hear his mind's suggestions for the words to reply with. His hot palm lay molded around her firm breast as he thought about his finger's touch much more than what he was going to say to her.
"I feel your breast?" Justin said with uncertainty.
"Wrong answer," Rose said with a tone of disappointment. She gazed upward and around the room as if looking for the answer she was seeking. Justin's body and soul was focused on one thing. "I tell you what. We are going to play a game. I'll ask a question and every time you get it right, I'll remove an article of clothing. For every question you get wrong, I'll put something back on."
Justin's heart was rapidly pounding, his mind became a whirlwind of suppressed passion ready to explode into action. "Okay," he replied.
Rose continued to look around the room as if trying to ignore the feelings of Justin's hot hand upon her breast. Then she shot her eyes towards his. She reached down and took his hand from her chest. Justin's heart sank as he allowed her the freedom of guiding his hand away. Rose toyed with a button on her blue blouse with one hand while holding his with the other. Pulling her blouse outward a bit and then her bra. She guided Justin's hand into her shirt and placed it on her bare breast. She slid closer to Justin, looking him square in the eyes and laid her hand on his leg.
"Now! Describe what you feel." Rose said as her lips come mere inches away from Justin's. His delight radiated in his smile. They peered into each other's eyes like two statues facing each other.
"The softness of a woman's heart beating, held in the palm of my hand," Justin replied.
"Good!" Rose said with a pleased tone. She began unbuttoning her blouse fully and pulled it off of her body while Justin's hand never moved from under her bra. "Now…" she said as she allowed the blouse to fall like a petal from a blue rose. She turned towards Justin and leaned into him closely.
Rose slowly moved forward, till her lipstick red lips touched Justin's. She pressed even more and then licked her tongue across his as she leaned back wards, slowly.
"How did that make you feel? Don't strain with poetry but instead let your thoughts and emotions pour from your lips like water to a thirsty soul," Rose said with a huge smile across her face, while shy eyes winked a duet. Casting suggestive encouragement in her words.
"A flood of emotions fill my mind," Justin said as he sank into his thoughts. Looking into Rose's eyes and noting the pleased look on her face fueled his train of words that began to pour from his mouth. "Sky rocketing thoughts stream across my mind faster than I can calculate them. Shooting stars of passion and urges that clash and spring forth fears of rejection or broken hearts that scurry to the shadows as my desires rise."
"Very good!" Rose said in a pleased manner. She stood, which forced Justin to remove his moist, hot palm. Unzipping her jeans she slowly wiggled free of them as they fell upon her blouse. She flung her long black hair behind her and sat back down.
Justin's eyes were fixed on the matching baby blue bra and panties as Rose moved in even closer and slung a leg over Justin's. She took his hand and placed it on her leg. Pushing and pulling it over her skin in a petting motion to promote his continuance.
"What would you do if I offered you this leg?" Rose asked.
Justin had a look of total concentration upon his face. His mind raced to find the correct answer while his eyes scanned her sleek long leg that draped across his. His hand slowly rode across her silky skin as he felt of her softness. From her ankle to her thigh he trailed his fingers over the plane of her flesh.
"I would kiss it," Justin replied casually.
"That's all?" Rose said with disappointment and reached down for her blouse.