Fulgurous mid-day spring light blankets over her, devoting what is, her sense of security.....
she wishes to hold on so.....thirstily, slowly....slowly.....slowly.... tiny motions rocking her vessel of not so innocent body of womanhood.
In her bowl of wild & still curious imagination as she is also a flower with notes of sweet intoxicating scent....waiting to be kissed by the humming birds for she is a pale blue rose.
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