The boughs of trees bend
The foliage parts to bow
Her form like art
She is perfect in figure
And majestic in form
She is a moment
When the wind delivers
A scent of jasmine
Her lips so lush
My heart warms
Stirs my passion
Her skin so porcelain
Her hair like fire
My heart burns
My fears warn
But there is no stopping the rush
Dedicated
L.ailujot
