Flowers of Passion, (c) Copright, by shadowJewel, © 2000
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I am the bouquet
laid
upon your bed
pungent in desire
fragrant in lust

I am red
with the roses
of love
sweet to savor
in night’s tender hours

I am the flagrant
magnolia

flamboyant in public
confident
hiding the violet
beneath sheltering
branches

I am not the camellia
damaged
by touch
rusted by merest
breath of distrust

I am the sturdy
carnation
lasting long
sweet-scented
in your hunger

I am the orchid
exotic and enticing
luring you
to realms
only known
to lovers

Lay with me
within the bower
scented sweet
with my need
for the perfect
gardener.

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A GIFT
©1998 by shadowJewel

I await
the pleasure of your hand
and gratefully accept
its benevolence.
I relish the joining
of this bite
with the savor
of your skin.
I lick clean your hand,
more to memorize
the taste of you.
Now this food
and you
are inextricably
linked
in memory.

Copyright 1998 by shadowJewel. 

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