Chloe, wandering in the dim light of dawn,

plucking Blood Roses of their sweet scent.

Smooth and soft, a velvet touch of silk fingers

clutches wanton thorns... that swiftly wither into dust.

As you pass by, Blue Birds plunge into the feral grass.

Moist and fleshy, you crush their remains with

your slender, white toes.

Whispering voices weave through your lush locks,

adoring your porcelain skin.

Halos of light caress your undulating outline, as the faint sunrise

glows behind you.

Juniper and Jasmine are consumed by parted lips...

Neither man, nor beast, can escape your lustful, 

haunting gaze.