Tale of a Rose

Oh the tale I have to tell,
Of a love between a boy and woman, in which both fell
She was his mentor
He was her inspiration in his innocence censored.
Taking him into her home, for a time
She let him watch her hours upon hours sublime
Then came the night when the moon was full
Her voice carried to where he was on a breeze warmly cool
He rose to find her in her room filled with candles burning
He saw her as a form in front of their light, alluring satin so alluring.
His hands burned to touch her
His lips wet with the anticipation of a kiss, he was almost there
His eyes lit with that ever so ancient fire
His body shivered with total desire.
She said not a word, not a whisper, not a sound
She merely held out her arms, enchantment pulled him to her to him surround
Satin kissed his bare skin, with a silky breeze blown touch
She felt his need, she knew that need so much, so much.
Her hands burned to touch him
Her lips wet with anticipation of a kiss, she was almost there
Her eyes lit with that ever so ancient fire.
Her body quivered and trembled with all her known desires.
She let him melt against her in his boyish charming way
She molded herself to him in a much more learned caress, and oh they swayed, they swayed
She let him take into his hands her face soft
He lowered his lips starving to hers and drank his full to fill his drought
She was the river that flowed into his soul
He was the taker from her giving, worshiping her as holy
Their hands burned as they raked and caressed
Their lips tasted, sweet nectar, marzipan sweet of each they drank, now release
Their eyes held Fires in them, they  costumed each other in complete totality
Their bodies quivered, and she felt him sigh into her, decadent love giving unselfishly solely
As he lay in her arms she felt finally the quiet breathing of his gentle young sleep
As he lay sleeping from that bed now she did rise, and as a shadow did she creep
To the door, turning for a last look and a smile
She closed it behind her, changed , started her gt, leather satchel thrown, she was making miles.
When the morning sun hit his eyes, he reached for her, this woman that had lighted up his passion fires.
Smiling only a smile he would understand, he reached to her pillow and took off the note and black rose.
"Go on, go forth, love a woman as I have loved you, they are out there, you know it, so go find her, arise, go
And my heart as it is breaking will be no mistaken moment, twill always be held in the rose, to you a silent monument."