Each month, write a new collection.
The RoseA simple beauty doing her duty to comprise of petals and corolla with the fragrances we soak in the fantasy with the petals and the stem circling in a universe within the moment girls learn to want and women yearn the men who know romance when flowers awake the passions and the principles of beauty
I love that. It's one sentence and focused. Publish this one man!
You twirl in compound rhythm of a waltzing partner round. Your white skirts circle high in whirling dervish dance, then fall with abandon in gentle chamois folds. Stillness captures my soul, as I applaud your beauty. A breeze softly rises, etching a waft of old rose scent across the air. My nostrils flare in delight. A sigh escapes me as your fragrance evokes deep memory. I am suspended in your spell, until the evening shadow flickers across my cheek. I reluctantly turn away, tucking my recollections in your petal blossom ravines. I promise, I will return.