Wildflower
It's as if the world stopped,
And the dust off the stars caked onto her skin,
And when it's sunset,
Am not really sure whether it's the bright circle above her head,
Or the flames in her golden brown eyes,
Brought to life by zephyrs of humming angels and demons in an orchestra,
Her hair is a vineyard,
And my fingers are vixen,
Waiting to chase each other through it,
She's a stamp of nature at full blossom,
All the beauty synchronized with chaos to paint a portrait of effortless yet lethal seduction.
Nature I want to conserve,
Her,
I want to ruin with kisses.
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Elliepoet™
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