Saturday, May 30, 2015

Exotic Scarlet

I watch imagination, to envision flowers bloom, where we
leap into a private dimension. Petals are all about us:
roses, lilies, daisies, and begonias. Indeed, a scent of
alpine aster wafts a vision. I pluck a carnation, and sing
to birds of paradise: you laugh gently, and caress a gardenia.

Our warmth clouds our reason; for we know of animation:
moments grieving, and cosmo pink ideals. But our loins:
fever, favor, and morning glory.

There’s a buffet: deviled
eggs; gourmet salmon, cat fish fillet, hushpuppies, and
gumbo shrimps and oysters. We partake in leisure: ever to
yearn Champaign; and suddenly, an orchard flooded with
bubbles.

Oh to love deep in Moet, sipping Dom Perignon,
tiptoeing intoxication, spirit, and opera. 

PS.

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