Centaurea Your Are

Using metaphor as a way of describing plants.

 An autonomous pleasure watching you un-robe yourself,

 a leisure in fact, to enact upon the libidinal sole outright,

 contempt to being noticed, to encumber more will probe,

 how subtle smooth and faintly would distract well being

 from, seeing more than is aught you could - from feeling!

  

 What intake do thine eyes see, that your outer shell must

 cease combining brittle, you little heart throb you, I trust,

 will not merit suspicion, to stretch your tiny mind so far

 only to accept, that the tiny space between has every star.

  

 Feathered antlers, are conspiring to thrift forming circles,

 each have their own desires, alone to sound the trumpet

 and the muffle manner in which outstretched elopement,

 unsure of grips, how seduction nips in the bud moments,

 secretly portrayed, that what is inlaid, has outer sensing,

 to be near, whence further from the middle one does hear

 how beautiful you are to wake inside a flimsy daydream.

Author's Note

I hope to publish an amalgamation to the species or genus of plants.

Reviews

[Beth Winter]

Welcome, Tony. I'm pleased to be able to continue to enjoy your rich poetic voice here. I was Soulspeak on AP, in case you didn't know.

Beautiful, accomplished craftsmanship. Bravo

[SheWolfNLust]

Absolutely breathtaking my sweetest friend, I most adored your wonderful imaginary here, your words so lovely and leaving the most beautiful visuals within my mind, its always a pleasure to read you, your poetry always leaves me with a smile xoxo