Like a beautiful flower
She bloomed in front of my
Hungry, happy, heavy libidinous eyes
Looking back at me quite lascivious
She makes every rose look like
A dandelion blowing in the fleeting wind
She smells sweeter then any hyacinth
Ever could in it's wildest dream of dreams
To the touch she is finer then the finest
Persian, Oriental or Indian silk
She is not a rare flower by any means
In fact she can be found on every continent
Few appreciate her full beauty
Few give her the fully deserved dedication
Many should learn her nurturing and care
For she is the only flower that gives back ten fold
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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