The Perfect Flower
My woman, my flower
more exquisite than any rose
filled with utter beauty
from head to toes
her stem is strong
erect with esteem
searching, reaching
following her dream
her buds are supple
with fruits of lore
watering my palate
as I yearn for more
soft silky petals
that open unto me
bring about stirrings
of complete ecstasy
the fragrance divine
intoxicating scent
tending her garden
is my day spent......
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