20 June 2012
A beauty she was
No one could deny
She could make
A grown man cry
A graceful air
Follows as she goes
Who she is
Nobody knows
An enigma she is
To whom cross her path
A serene warmth
With a childlike laugh
A subtle temptress
Unaware of her pull
Like a magnet
Into her you'll fall
Every inch of her
Is possessed by beauty
To want her
Is your only duty
A sensual tenderness
Oozes from her soul
She's a sin so perfect
You'll be consumed whole
You'll succumb to her
Erotically harden
Be allowed to explore
The flowers in her garden
Flowers In Her Garden • Opuss № I