Dew drips cascades then drops from her
The sun melts and unfolds her slumbering self
A breeze blows but nicely shakes her laughing
She still can see fleeting sights like memories

A touch so brief but the smile it brings long lasting
Her scent sends me ever higher I must have her
Like pedals peeking perilously over tall green stems
My desire for her as mine like flowers dip and sway

I know she eyes me like a rose with sharper thorns
Her vines though creep eligantly down the hall
Tendrals reaching for me and running away
Her million eyes and textured lies keep me listening

A gaze so deep to drown the weathered traveler
Her smile boils and freezes as a thousand hands chase me
Pistols begging polination so poisonous not me
By any other name she'd be the same


**This isn't usually me, and I think this may be pushing 'poetry' just a bit, lemme know what you thought**