I dream of the feel of her long
leaves caressing my cheek,
fantasize about her long sharp
velvety thorns digging deeply
into my flesh,
desire to feel her long supple
body against my skin,
long to drown in the sweetness
of her amorous intoxicating scent,
would gladly die for a taste of her
soft petals and rosy cheeks,
and to ever know the magical power
of her wondrous spell upon my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson