Flower Girl

Her lips, those of roses
With soft and delicate petals
Men, women, and butterflies
would be nervous
in her presence

Her beauty- I’m unsettled
I could melt within her gaze
Her nectar sweeter than honey
Dripping from my lips
A sugary glaze

Her fragrance, what debauchery
I’m disoriented, intoxicated
To breathe her in, such heavenly sin
One might call it metaphoric

Flowery, magical girl
Your beauty, your soul,
it blooms
You fuel the sun within the sky
To shine, you inspire the moon

I’ll paint, photograph, capture
Her lips in shade of rose
The soft unfolding,
The truest art one knows


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