There's something to be said about roses that smell of roses..these rasping red petals so redolent of voluptuous tidings, fullness of life and scarlet dreams.
They are what the earliest drafts of Arabian Nights smelled like.
Their scent has this syrupy sweet viscous quality that can persuade your senses into mild perversity; even trick you into thinking this world as a snug grotto of your own devices.
Rose tinted shades, as they say.
But, ah, how wonderful do roses smell. Velvety fragile folds Imbued with liquid scent that both allures and alerts (thorns)
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