~~~FLORAL BROTH~~~
The flower serves a honeyed fruit
A bee would stalk in ripe pursuit
For when it's center is exposed
He suckles as the nectar flows
Where as the flora opens wide
He sinks on petals....once inside
And drunk upon her floral broth
His appetite is buzzed and wrought
Pax
A
Taim i'ngra leat
Buzzz Buzz
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The flower is the poetry of reproduction. it as an
example of the eternal seductiveness of life
J -Giraudoux
Pat.
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A delicate flower, a lingering fragrance...marvelous!
(((HUGS))) and love and continued prayers, Karla. :)
Brava Lady A!
Delightfully splendid, Anita.
~~Nordette
You've penned a sensual delight
that tickles the tastebuds.
Blessings,
Joseph
Love Tinka
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Take care,
Sherry
Felix