the red roses

I just found out on the day of my anniversary that my treatment wasn't working. I

was just setting in the car after realizing what this meant. "I only have a week left.

How can I tell her?" I kept shouting to myself. So she would not worry I had kept

the sickness secret not daring to tell anyone that would possibly tell my wife. I

finally worked up my courage and cleaned up and went to go pick up her present. I

arrived back at my home with her surprise a bottle of the champagne we had drank

on our honeymoon, a diamond ring that I was finally able to get her, and a bouquet

of roses. I stared at the house that we had spent so long trying to get and

remembered the disgusting little hole that we lived in when we first started out and

reveled on the sheer beauty of the house that we lived in now. It was nothing

spectacular but it was home to us. It was a two-story brown house with 1 and 1/2

acres that needed a little work but most houses do. We had two bedrooms a

bathroom with a big tub, for the two of us to be in together, and an attic with a 1/2

bathroom. I put on a happy face and went in. "Happy anniversary dear," I said giving

her the presents and she smiled that smile that had caught my eye so long

ago. Even though it was just a second it felt as though i stared at her for enternity

and reanalyzed her whole body. I saw her white blond hair and was intoxicated by

the aroma of it. I felt like i could drown in her emerald green eyes that turned

diamond blue whenever she actually got angry. I followed her figure and admired the

perfection of it. She was a real woman not a stick and she was fine with it. She did

not care if someone else was thinner than her because she had beauty that was

raw and powerful. I also found it amazing that she necer wore make-up unless she

felt like it. personaly I thought that it only looked good because she was wearing it.

"Ohh honey you know you didn't have to get me anything and this ring is too

much."she said as she stared at me with those compassionate green eyes.

I simply told her,” Nothing is ever too much for you my love I still thank the

powers above that you picked me.” She simply did her adorable little chuckle and

said,” I didn't pick you because you were made to complete me. Now let’s go and

celebrate our lives together." I sighed a little and followed her kissing the back of

her neck as we went to our bedroom getting harder by the second at the amazing

taste of her sweat mixed with the French perfume I got her for Christmas and slowly

shed clothing as we ascended the stairs. What she also didn't know was that

before I had went for my tests while she was out I had covered our entire bed with

rose petals and set the c.d. player to play the first song I heard when I met her,

Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi, it may seem corny but dammit I don't care. By the time

she opened the door I was fully erect forgetting that I was going to die and just

wanting to let my love explode inside of her. "Ohh honey this is too much", she

said starting to tear up;” you always try to out do yourself every year." I pressed the

c.d. player one and said, "Shh just lay down on the bed and we will fulfill both our

desires." As she lay down I followed onto of her slowly kissing every part of her

body till I reached her lips. Then as I inserted into her she moaned the moan of a

woman who needed it so bad that it was actually paining her. We then made the

most passionate love that I can ever remember with every pump, every moan, every

kiss, we finally each exploded in such a passionate burst that it felt as though our

hearts had skipped a beat and for that brief second I could swear that looking into

her eyes I could see every bit of her soul and new that she had never been as

happy than when she was with me. As we went into our next phase of cuddling,

kissing, and just gazing at each other I remembered my tragic news. "Is something

on your mind dear?” she asked me,” This is usually one of our most favorite parts

but you seem distracted." I put on my big smile and said, "No dear just thinking of

our life together and how you saved me from my sorrow." "It is great thinking of the

rest of our lives together isn't it?” she said. I just smiled. At the end of the week I

could feel the sickness taking hold of me I new my time was short so I went to

town got a bottle of champagne and found a red rose at the florist shop that just

was the most beautiful one I had ever seen. The florist said to me, "Give it to her

and she will love you forever." I bought the rose and said," Too late she already

does." On the drive home my vision started blurring and I almost wrecked several

times. "I will make it home" I kept saying to myself, and then finally did make it

home. When I opened the door she was horrified to see how pale I was and asked

what was wrong. I said," Dear please forgive me but I don't have a lot of time left I

did not want you to worry. I bought this rose for you and this bottle of champagne

and would like to embrace you once more before I leave this world." She started

crying and then ripped off my clothes as we made love for the last time. I shall

never forget the taste of her supple red lips. I shall always remember the feel of her

breasts rubbing against my chest, and the fire that rose into me to completely

satisfy her one last time. After we had possibly the most passionate orgasm of all

time, we did our favorite part and started snuggling. I looked over at her and

said, "Dear is something on your mind you seem distracted? I was good for you wasn't I?

Then she turned to me holding back the tears in her beautiful eyes and said “yes

honey you were and I apologize for net telling you more. Tell me about when we get old.

I looked into her eyes saw her soul once again and told her, "Well I will eventually

retire and then we will get that place out in the country that you always wanted. We

shall have it be a wild-life reserve for all kinds of animals that people don't like but

we will mainly have wolves."

She kissed my lips and whispered as tears started streaming down her face,"Ohh

that sounds absolutely lovely I can't.... wait."

Then I felt it the life was slowly leaving my body. I saw tears being her flooding face,

and despite the crying she still looked beautiful. Then as the world started to go

black I saw the rose I had just bought her, the last view of her face, and the roses

from a week before.