Tendrils
~~~~Tendrils~~~~
As the plush, white flowering bushes grow,
I feel your arms, like the tendrils, they, crawling stealthily
All over my awaiting body.
Overcome, with the scent of you, pressing,oh so gently and yet,
I choose your intoxicating self......
Like the soft flowers of of Spring's white flowers,
Their morning dew of eternal you,blesses my chest!
Panagiota Romios
4/15/2019
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