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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