Friday, 4 November 2011

The romance of 1975

Soft curling petals
That when touched tremble
And send tiny drops of dew
Rolling down their silken surface
To caress my fingertips

I stroke its soft flesh
And feel it quiver at my touch
I hold it to my face
And feel t’s gentle movement
Pulsing against my lips

Its perfume fills me
And draws me ever deeper
Until I am overwhelmed
And lost in its beauty
Never to forget 

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