They savour each other.
Absorbed in the scent
she immerses in incense
the innocent scent of rose.
The rose accepts this intercourse
and wraps its petals
in embrace
tight as lovers.
A tryst in the garden –
the gentle breeze
releasing enticements
from the wanton bloom.
They savour each other
and the moment.
On the wing,
in the wings,
bees
burglar the neighbours
with their lusty probings.
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