Lingerie the silky floral-patterned cloth you rip off of me                 then you let your fingers linger  like the smell of your cologne                 fresh out of the shower down on me like the rain during spring                 when the flowers blossom into this person that comes alive                 whenever I’m with you

the discovery.

whirlwind passion that knocked me off my feet just to fall into the colorful floral garden that is your mind your emotions as intricate as a maze I didn’t mind getting lost in, as long as I got to know every piece of you the walls around your heart are as high as the tsunami…