I describe her as a flower called lavender.
She's such a splendor in all her ways.
I can still remember the day I met her near the pond.
She seemed so relaxed and tranquil.
As I reached over to touch her I was amazed by her lushness.
I took her home with me that day.
My nostrils were suffering from her sweetness.
My hands felt as though they're were holding silk.
My ears were numb and my eyes couldn't blink.
I could've only think about her features.
O what a flower to ponder on.
As I arrived home I laid her down on my bed to rest a little.
She insisted!
As she laid she got more and more beautiful,
So I just stayed there and stared at her the entire day.
As she awoke,
We spoke a little once more.
Just one stroke on her blossoming abdomen made her excited.
We were lovers instantly.
Lavender; such beauty one has acquired thoroughly.
I had her all to myself greedily as we slept through the night,
I next to her and she next to me.
devon da poet
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