Sultry Bouquet of Passion

How precious Is he that stands In the door
chiseled smile with eyes of golden brown
masculinity romances a thorn rose passion.

Dazzling a marigold such as I, withered In a ceramic shell
fluttering eyelash leaves, sway from left to right
does he know I desire moisture?

Drinking of a sweet kiss, dehydrated souls collide
quenching desires embrace as one entity
flower petals scatter crossed a floor

as the sky cries, and thunder shudders In sighs....