Do you see her
Tell me
She’s light pink
Isn’t she
Probably
Incredibly soft
With a velvet touch
She blushes for you
Bashfully
In truth
Look, see right there
Run your finger
Across her
Gently, of course
She’s yours
Later,
She promises
More
Impossible to outrun
You catch me
Cover me wet
Leaving me liquescent
Never to be outdone
Intimate wine stained blossom
Watercolored in his apothegm
Prized possession
A bleeding perse into vintage cream
Phenomenal waves of beauty
Style trumping plum perfection
Transfixed by her ruffled edge
Oblivious to how she sashays
The wind, her proprietor, notices
And stays amused with her all day
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 