At the top of the spiral staircase And through to the bedroom is where I'll be Just follow the trail of red rose petals And you are bound to find me The trail of petals will lead you Through to the bathroom door Where you will find a pile of clothing All crumpled and left on the floor At this point your gaze will be lead To the bathtub with candles all around It's in underneath all of these bubbles Where my body amongst the foam can be found A cold glass of wine I'll be drinking As I look at you from over my glass A dozen red roses are seen in the mirror As they stand tall in the crystal vase You lean over the bath and you kiss me So close to heaven you always make me feel Then my eyes open wide and I'm here in my bed It's then I realise it's a dream - not for real
Reason for writing:
Being a hopeless romantic, many scenarios such as this one come out in my writing.
Birth sign: Pisces
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