HIS CAMELLIA (PINK)

 From the man who loves, and enjoys me.....
transported by his desires and trembling with excitement...
splash memories through his mind like water through a sieve....

from mist of  the night my vision descends
coming to him with desire yet unfulfilled.....
as the night thicken around us like grave wall
our eyes meets.... by vows whisper in the dark.... I become his.. as he steps into garden of bliss...

He feels my touch...awakening all his sense like sunshine after rain... sweet mouth... A kiss with vigorous desire in full measure... travels through his veins and engulf his heart like a  diseases... I become his myth and allowed him to read my lyrics as he turns my pages and discover my valley as he swims... drinking droplets of honey from my bee hives.....

As he dies several times of passionate exotic...  dawn breaks with only memories that linger him to a sweet dreams....to his only source of all pleasure...