Novel & Cerita Roses Are Red Dirty Poems For Him

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

Hope you are well-rested and still breathing. The second one read: Call me? The third one read: Since you have not called me or replied, I ought to be slightly worried. Quickly, I texted him to reassure him that I was okay. Like why won't I be? Finally, I opened the unknown text. I gasped in horror. There were two lines written in bold. Roses are red, Violets are blue He's for me and not for you If by chance you take my place You should know what's coming next.

First him being him and second he has his own way with words and plays very well with words so he would easily make me spill beans in front of him. I was walking and the car was just where it was, not moving.... I was mumbling curses to my fate when I heard a loud horn... Why this Rudra is being so sweet suddenly.. 'Well he was rude but still you can't deny his care in form of small gestures for u...' reasoned my subconscious mind... Well it is true but still it's a little weird .... Well let it be... This debate could continue but right I now I should focus on knowing why is he hell bent on helping me...

💐 LonelyGirl: As long as you aren't creepy Carl, I think I can handel it. PrinceCharming: Oh trust me sweetie, I'm far from creepy Carl. 😏 LonelyGirl: So what are my options then? Do I get to wear a red rose and have you come find me? PrinceCharming: I was thinking more along the lines of those kitten heels you've mentioned or something that is so low I can be super creepy like Carl and look down your shirt and see almost everything. LonelyGirl: We are really doing this? PrinceCharming: Only if you want to.

This time,it was a red card, with a rose engraved in it. If he was a flower He would be a lotus Pure and untainted Its purity brings sanity to my darkened world. If this was a dream I wish to never wake up Indulging to the beam Living for the moment A dream without you Will always lose my favour Wifey Ronald was grinning from ear to ear upon reading the love letter. He never knew his wife had a poetic nature in herself. That came as a surprise,a pleasant surprise. He might be a powerful man feared by people but at the end of the day,he was human and craved for some sweetness and spice in his life. Moving in with Ava was one of the things that made him happy, now she made him even more happie

"Wasn't it obvious? I saw you take care of your garden many times. You take care of these flowers so beautifully. So I knew you wouldn't throw them away if they were flowers. Every time you looked for the meaning on the Internet I sent you flowers, right? When you see or think about a person every day, it either annoys us or we like them. Aren't I smart to use flowers?" "Yes, sending crimson roses is really smart." "Why are you making fun of me? I know that red roses symbolise love. Who knew that shades of roses had different meanings?" He sat up straight and said, "Really, those crimson roses reminded me of how stupid you used to be." When I smiled at his remarks, he asked, "Aren't you su

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze

“You’d wanna walk around smelling like flowers?” “I’d smell like you,” he muses, lifting the cloth to my temple, washing away the dried blood. I scrunch my nose, narrowing my eyes on him. “You think I smell like roses?” He nods, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “That, and raspberries, yeah.”

Then he sent one back, him in the bakery apron, flour on his cheek, shy smile. **quietreader87:** So you know I’m not a catfish. She replied instantly. **VesperVixen:** You’re cute when you’re covered in flour. He blushed He didn’t sleep that night, well he couldn’t. ....

Out loud, I said, "I’m… surprised to see you. What brings you here?" "I’ve missed you," he said warmly, straightening and holding the roses out to me. The crimson petals were lush and velvety. They looked expensive. I took them automatically, their perfume clouding the air between us. "I’m sorry I haven’t been coming by," he went on, his voice coaxing, like he was smoothing away the sting before it could sink in. "Things have been so crazy lately. Without you by my side, life’s been messy. I’ve been trying to make sense of it all."