Who would have thought that perfection was palpable. <br />Angel speck-less, man can touch, unbelievable! <br />Beauty wrapped in flesh, the panacea to man’s <br />sore heart is found. I can see her. I truly can! <br /> <br />God’s paradigm for creation of women does live. <br />Her hips are perfect, and her breast substantive, <br />Tantalizing men, young, and old, to taste of her, <br />But of the blood of Mary, she is a flower <br /> <br />Uncut, and her nectar is saved for one bee, who <br />She will wed and become his queen, he - her lord. True <br />Virtue that transcends into the ethereal. Touch <br />From heaven, on earth. To whom Herculean much <br /> <br />Efforts were made, where men genuflect in request <br />To be her lord. But tame, they cannot this lioness <br />For her heart is unto her like her children. <br />And I am truly blessed to have her as my friend. <br /> <br />But masked within me are hidden secrets of love - <br />Undying - for her: my Mona Lisa, above <br />All other she is to me. So kneeling I pray <br />That her heart would open to us someday. <br /> <br />Until then, I wait with closed palms, relishing her <br />All - hoping that I am the bee for this flower. <br />Then she would be my queen. Now till that moment, <br />I will be hers to have, and forever.<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flower-uncut/
