My precious lady,
You are that glorious
shimmering red rose
brightly blooming in
the rich umber soil
of my innermost being,
that lovely intoxicating
perfume wafting through
the balmy air of my soul,
the silky verdant leaves
that lovingly caress my
face with gentle hands,
and the velvety thorns
of desire that excite me
with their cool, sensual
loving prick.
Donavon Scott Vinson