Purple Bloom

High in the mountain valley, Full of exquisite vines, I plucked this natural shrine, Filled with aroma divine. Tender to the timid touch, Smiles a morning glory, Grips me in lovers fury, To dream up a new story. Tempting in her human form, Lustful desire in swishes, Three thrill-magic spells to dish, Cast my first passionate wish. Before I turn and love you, 'Tell me who loves me most?' "Always you! So bare and lost" The second already tossed. For now I ponder and ask, 'Who will I love forever?' "The devil his endeavor", This your last one to savor. Come and play me a love song, 'So I learn joy to prolong', "Did I say something wrong?" Purple blushes; in crazy dreams.