Salad Caressed With Violets
Oil and vinegar glisten like dew within a brush of sun.
Her violet velvet dress gives an expression of stun,
amongst greenery shades shadowed in the background.
She pulses 3D beauty without movement or sound.
With puckered lips, she magnetizes hers to mine.
This kiss of spring leads me to field flowers divine.
Her delicate aroma's unnoticed until beauty's crush,
when she lets loose a floral fragrance of bouquets lush.
12-8-2020
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