a thousand fold

My darling,
I imagine
a blooming flower
so delicate,
Petals of winter,
and veins
of syrup
under fragrant skin,
And how I crave,
to hold
while you unfold,
How I lust,
to drink up
all your
brimming nectar.

© SoulReserve 2016

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