Amidst seas of Red Kalanche blossoms,
she wades in pools of nimbi tears--
and should you speak to her desires,
the temptress would see you satisfied.
Swim swift with her to shallow waters,
to the falls edge, 'neath spillway rocks
and wash her softly--supple rose lips,
sidling slow 'cross silken albescent flesh.
Sunlight fails damp platinum ringlets,
as words fail quivering crimson labium's--
enter her, and churn still water to whitecaps,
dousing dry shores in ever subtle tides.
Slow burning embers of a jaded hazel iris,
forceful in the latent wish, to be ravished--
see the seductress for what she is truly,
and dissolve her in ecstasies of a natant dream.
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