We were on our way home from a conference meeting I approached her with my best gentleman greeting Flirtations to each other we were feeding Blood drops on white roses. I met her out here in Sunset Park Where we kissed and cuddled in the dark She invited me back to her place, once in I knew what she'd impart Blood drops on white roses. She was a lovely lady, beautiful and petite Making me quiver each time she reached her peak In-between outburst and moans we'd speak Blood drops on white roses. All was quiet as we lay side by side I felt at home here, almost a surprise Tired and exhausted I closed my eyes Blood drops on white roses. Shifting and turning I felt her kick Not opening my eyes I listened to the clock tick And then the sound of a revolver as it clicked Blood drops on white roses.Birth sign: Pisces
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