I know a girl who holds my desire.
She is the queen of hearts.
The rose of the deck, that life unceremoniously shuffles.
A rare find with a bite for those who are careless.
Her blossom is the bosom of the world,
warm and soft it snuggles and comforts.
I have been pricked by this wild flower,
and she keeps me coming back for more.
The delectable texture of her petals warm my lips
and spurs on my craving for more.
Her smile short-circuits my mind,
so that all I see is her.
I long to visit her garden,
so that I may lay next to her in the soft grass,
and lazily watch the clear sky as the sun shines down.
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