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A Rose

I watched the rose peddles fall on my floor so many memories lost that way.
How the years have gone by since I watched my first rose wither with all my
love I tried to keep it alive. Thought about it as I sat there in my chair
dreaming of days past. It is funny how you remember those days now about to
be married I feel so fulfilled this rose some how is different. IT has a
real meaning to me it means love real love not just any ordinary love.

The redness of it reminds me of the soft tender kisses and the feeling of
her mouth on mine especially when I am not feeling well. The softness of
her skin like a smooth cream. Always so inviting making me feel like I am
finally home when I am in her arms. She is so strong but at the same time
so tender with me she is everything I ever wanted in a woman. Before you
paint a scene of us in your head let me tell you my lover is a butch and I
am a soft butch. Ok that said I can continue.

As I sit here now and stair at the rose I dream of all the passionate
nights I have had. I sat in my leather jacket and a black thong which is my
favorite. There is nothing like black leather the hard feel of it the smell
of it to make you feel free as you ride the wind on a bike the freedom that
makes you feel a live if not for a second in life. I turned then to face my
lover and she smiled at me and I smiled back I had a wonderful surprise for
her waiting. I went in to our bed room got dressed in a pair of blue jeans
and a red t shirt and told her to follow me.

We walked out to the street where I pulled a tarp off of a new bike that
shone with the fresh new baby blue paint I had it pained for her with red
flames. With black velvet seats it was so hot I couldn't believe it was
ours and I smiled and handed her a helmet. That was blue and white and
matched mine. She smiled and took me in her arms and kissed me passionately
with out a word we both got on it and I held on to her almost in a hug and
she started up the bike. We rode to a deserted area I knew and she turned
around on the bike and balancing it started to finger fuck me as I rubbed
her shaven head and kissed her so longly. I could not help but think how I
wanted this for so many years.

Then I slipped my fingers inside her leather pants and played around with
her clit until I felt the heat and juices dripping down my fingers and I
kept feeling her. I stuck a finger inside her to feel her warm insides god
it felt like bliss.

I looked around the deserted road it was so quite and the stars were
shining it was so perfect. "I love you" she said as I staired into her blue
eyes some times I think I can fall right into them. She reached into her
pocket and pulled out a small box I knew it had to be jewelry I loved
jewelry so much. " I know this has been coming for sometime but will you
marry me?" she asked as sweat beat down her forehead. I smiled and hugged
her yes I will I said. We got back on the road and road into the early
morning it wasn't until one am when we got back to our house.

I felt like the happiest woman alive on earth I finally had
everything I ever wanted a warm home with our cat and each other. I took
off my clothes with a smile on my face and climbed into bed soon I would be
the wife of the one person in this world that matter so dearly to me. That
I would die for and more.

The next morning I woke to breakfast made on my nightstand I was in awe and
a half a dozen roses and a poem on a slip of paper. I looked over and there
was my butch daddy standing in the door way already dressed in a t shirt
and dark blue jeans and work boots. She walked over to me and kissed me
tenderly. "How is my wife to be?" she asked as I staired at her "very well"
I said looking at her she was the most beautiful thing I had every seen.

The rest of that morning few by in a blur I don't remember what else
happened now I sit here and think about it.

Now I sit here in my chair and look at the last rose and stair at its red
pedals and pray that our marriage will be great as I scroll threw wedding
dresses on the computer.Oh... well she is home I have to go make her dinner
sigh.
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