Violets bloom in spring, they say; Girl, I knew no other way, I was shy and scared that day, Guess that’s why you strayed away.   Little girl in black, walk on, Depressed, like me—the colors gone; A smile, so soft, I’d grown so fond, A frown, so cold, like death had dawned.   Little girl in black, you’re healing A broken heart on my mauve ceiling, That reflects on you my sad feeling And jealous thoughts I was yielding.  ...

Naked, thighs parted she is irresistible, as, beginning her mind dominating game, she asks. ”How do you like your red wine?” Her glass held delicately over her belly, I respond, ”Flowing.” “Go fetch,” she hisses, allowing the contents to trickle. My tongue sips and licks a red stream over gently curving belly, down into her pink gully. I lap keenly along moist labia and fused petals of her. Wine is quickly dispensed with,...

His love was a dew drop,  on her soft delicate petals. Softly caressing his mate, collecting  every essence  that was her.   Her scent became his identity, no longer could he deny  The two had became one for she was his mure.   A bright a shining force  instantly surrounding him Like two stars colliding in space Creating life where there was none.   The fire of them could be seen from miles away. Not a single soul who wit...

She counts the days  One flower petal at a time  Living in the moment  Finding humor at times  In his silly ways  Other times she lets the tears fall Will she ever understand the pull  Why must she care so much  For a man who shows no love His words say one thing Yet the actions will always reveal  The truth his words hide May they both find what they are needing  As the days turn into lonely nights  As the petals continu...

Entrancing beauty! Champagne strands in the breeze, Flying, flitting, flirting. Such complicated, exciting delicacy! Your seductive fragrance bewitches With glorious intoxication! Your dance entices. Open your petals to me!