She grows wild, alone, unafraid
Like a rare desert orchid.
She cannot be contained
If you dare, her colours fade
Her petals fall.
The remains of your heart tell you
To let her go, to never look
In those eyes that strip you of
Every fiber of your senses
Would be unbearable.
To never feel her touch
Would be like death itself.
Yet your hands cannot hold her
She takes root where she will
The open road is her master
Take the love she offers when she rests
She needs more than you can give.
Can you live the life she offers?
Can you bear to see her disappear
For days with others that touch
That silken skin that wraps around your mind
With the sweet scent of your love.
The taste of her lips that sends
Your mind spinning until you feel
The edge of the earth beneath…
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