Purple Bloom
High in the mountain valley,
Full of exquisite vines,
I plucked this natural shrine,
Filled with aroma divine.
Tender to the timid touch,
Smiles a morning glory,
Grips me in lovers fury,
To dream up a new story.
Tempting in her human form,
Lustful desire in swishes,
Three thrill-magic spells to dish,
Cast my first passionate wish.
Before I turn and love you,
'Tell me who loves me most?'
"Always you! So bare and lost"
The second already tossed.
For now I ponder and ask,
'Who will I love forever?'
"The devil his endeavor",
This your last one to savor.
Come and play me a love song,
'So I learn joy to prolong',
"Did I say something wrong?"
Purple blushes; in crazy dreams.
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