A woman’s soul is a delicate rose
That cries out for love
Close intimacy to keep breathing
Happy thoughts to keep believing
A scent of essence in the bed
Wake up in the morning new day ahead
A soul when it is touched, caress
When hands have contact the body for sex
The soul grows into a precious flower
Petals brightens the manicure garden
The watering hose pours more love
To the tall, tighten aromatic dove
of a flower. A baby rose fed and grow
thru love from the soul
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speechless.... this is beeeeeeeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe only thing I would change though is what I call 'lazy language' (I am a stickler for it...sorry) thru = through. Yes?
ReplyDeleteLoving the two line stanza and the whole feel of her.