I describe her as a flower called lavender. <br />She's such a splendor in all her ways. <br />I can still remember the day I met her near the pond. <br />She seemed so relaxed and tranquil. <br />As I reached over to touch her I was amazed by her lushness. <br />I took her home with me that day. <br />My nostrils were suffering from her sweetness. <br />My hands felt as though they're were holding silk. <br />My ears were numb and my eyes couldn't blink. <br />I could've only think about her features. <br />O what a flower to ponder on. <br />As I arrived home I laid her down on my bed to rest a little. <br />She insisted! <br />As she laid she got more and more beautiful, <br />So I just stayed there and stared at her the entire day. <br />As she awoke, <br />We spoke a little once more. <br />Just one stroke on her blossoming abdomen made her excited. <br />We were lovers instantly. <br />Lavender; such beauty one has acquired thoroughly. <br />I had her all to myself greedily as we slept through the night, <br />I next to her and she next to me.<br /><br />devon da poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lavender-5/
