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By Mara Reitsma
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Lost in the dark and feeling alone,
most of her patrons are far from their homes.
With minds filled with fog and lives left in tatters,
they drink to forget what truly matters.
Mugs filled with Whiskey, Spirits and Beer,
whatever it takes to drown all their fear.
Slaves to temptation and cheeks filled with tears,
each with a bounty to tease Petal’s ears.
Some come for a drink, to chat with old friends, some come for a laugh,
before the night ends.
Some come for the comfort hidden deep within her walls,
and behind closed doors at the end of her halls.
It’s not just the drinks, that drive them in droves, it’s the
Petals themselves, that work at the Rose.
Want sweet and subtle, or fierce and filled with might,
whatever your preference, you’re sure to find delight.
Deep inside this place most brazen,
rests a lovely, little, sinful haven.
Each Petal a gift, a sight for sore eyes,
each night a different dream for one to fantasize.
Locked in the illusion of a Petal’s embrace,
your body will tingle and your heart will start to race.
Her touch will trap you and make you her slave,
your will letting go, as she gives what you crave.
No man can deny a Petal’s voice,
for it creeps under his skin and leaves him no choice.
With lips like silk and curves to adore,
there was nothing a man on the edge, wants more.
For some, all they wish it to give themselves ease,
with a Petal so lovely, knelt down on her knees.
For others, that is not what entices their desire,
the pleasure they seek, drives their needs even higher.
A Petal for each, no matter the dream,
for no soul went without, no fantasy unseen.
A romantic night out, or sin filled tryst,
lost in the forest with a whore in the mist.
A palace filled with Ladies, a ball with gowns so tight,
and a sultry dance that leads to a kiss,
beneath the moon’s exotic pale light.
Aboard a spaceship, lost among the stars,
their bodies full of a need and slung against the bars.
An exotic adventure, enough to tickle your fancy,
a Petal’s one and only duty, is to keep her thorns from getting antsy.
No matter the lifestyle, no matter the pose,
no care in the world, save which Petal they chose.
Every Petal, filled with sin,
with hopes their minds will let them in.
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Bodies filled with passion, and minds ripe to explore,
Lost amid sin and greed, the Petals will, find the door.
Deep inside one’s mind, locked away where no one can see,
are the darkest secrets known to man, and through his need, was the key.
The Petals seek to unlock their thoughts,
with temptation as their guide,
all would succumb to their sinful will and
reveal the secrets kept inside.
So, come with me, and you’ll see,
how the sins, they run so deep,
come with me, and you’ll see,
how the secrets roam so free.
Come on down, to the Rose,
and see the magic it beholds,
come hide away from the cold,
and tell a Petal all your woes.
