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I Await Your Tender Grace




Fingers run softly,
Appreciatively across your lengths
Cherishing the feel of each delicate limb
As if willing you to somehow
Forever bloom
How I relish your humble
Magnificence

How soft your scent dances
Carried 'pon the summer winds
As bursts of sweet purple velvet
Entrance my eyes
Soothing, refreshing...
A caress to my weary soul

Yet such a sorrowful tragedy
Your beauty doth falther ever quickly
Leaving but mere traces
Of my serenity and...
I must once more await
Your tender grace

~THE FLOWING PEN~
© 5-27-2009



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