So she stands, proudly
Magnificent
presence
No
plaintive apologies or
Inane
wisps of small talk
Tall
and lithe
From
special stock
Good
breeding
Lady,
with requisite charm
Her
silky soft folds
Velvet shimmer complexion
Sensuous
pink porcelain
Surrounds
my thoughts
Her
heady sweet scent
Envelopes
my being
Pervades
reality
Rivets
attention
Budding femininity
Demurely,
a late bloomer
Rustles
gently as she moves
Celebration
of the senses
So, ‘Lady Astor’
Climbs
from her bed
Stretches
seductively
Reaching
for the sky
And
Promptly
loses three
Glorious
full blooms –
Lopped
off insensitively
For
the mantelpiece
They
are
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