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Ebon bud swells, unfurls
Cannot contain
A passion of purple
Whose sinuous curves
Trace forbidden desire
Wild, yet discreet.
Eager tongues of it
Savor luscious hues
Of eggplant, plum and wine
As gossamer skin
Its cool, velvet sheen
Seduces eyes and touch.
Like a midnight tryst
This stolen moment
Sates a yearning soul
Then, etched in mind’s eye
Yields to memory
Wilts and falls.
