I wrote this poem awhile back for someone special to me...the poem is self explaning so I don't have to say anymore
My beautiful garden grown by my hands alone. All kinds of flowers from Azelizas to a rose. Each with a name that is sweet yet erotic. a peach colored rose that I named "Milkychocolate". She is a beauty, her two roots are nice and smooth, long and slender like a girl I remember, she has a beautiful slim stem and two big leaves. her aura so bright it would bring many to their knees. But she could not compare to a rare one I had. Her name was "Black Rose" and she was one of a kind. Beauty could not define her looks. Only words that I have made up, could describe her in key hooks.
Radiant with a cascade of brown, purple light.
Arousing with innocence and guilt.
Romantic by her breath that she blesses me with when she is close.
Energy that she gives me with a glance of her eyes.
Beating of my heart speeds so fast at her presance.
Everlasting exctacy I feel when she waves at me.
Almost lose it when her hand brushes mine.
Undying love I feel for her.
Tempted to tell her how I feel one day.
Yes is a word I could only dream of hearing from her goddeslike lips. even a whisper is something I wish I could picture.
-Timothy Powell
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