Secret Rose

Secret Rose The beautiful rose. The blood red rose, Soft and enticing and pure. Velvet and silk And yielding and warm As the one that you love in the morn. The beautiful rose, The soft red rose The beautiful blood red rose. So red, Red as blood Of the woman you love. As you dare to surrender, Surrender your soul, To the warmth of the blood red rose. And the scent, Ah the scent, The heavenly scent The scent of the blood red rose. As you lie in her arms, In the embrace of the rose In the embrace of the blood red rose. In the warm embrace Of her petal so soft, So soft with the scent of her thighs, Beware of the rose, Of the thorns of the rose. Of the thorns of the blood red rose The beautiful rose That exquisite rose. The beautiful dark, red rose, For the caress of her thorns Will scratch and will tear. Will scratch and will tear at your skin. Your beautiful skin Your blood red skin They will tear and will rip at your warm, soft skin. The thorns of the rose, Of the blood red rose Will scratch and will tear at your skin. She’ll reach into your soul Deep into your soul And your beautiful blood it will flow. Your blood will flow, Your blood will flow. Your beautiful blood will flow It will flow, It will flow, And she’ll watch it will flow Your beautiful blood will flow. Taste the kiss of the rose, The blood red rose, The rose that will tear you apart. Dare to savour the kiss, Feel the blood on your lips Like the dew in the morn On the petals so soft and so warm. For in the heat of the sun, The noonday sun, In the heat the dew will be gone As the trace of your kiss As you surrender you soul To petals so soft and so warm. And she’ll bathe in your blood Your beautiful blood She will bathe in your blood as you die. Your beautiful blood, Your dark red blood, She’ll bloom in your blood As you die. The dark red rose The beautiful rose. The beautiful blood red rose.