Beauty... Poem by Madrason .

True beauty is never obvious
it impresses slowly unto you
an image never to be lost
like a secret slowly enfolding
in trustworthy moments like this
a kiss tenderising the skin
glowing and growing and breeding
and speeding in bleeding through thoroughly
a truest and a new sensation intensively
a black rose showing purple vains on ivory skin
a fragrance permeating, mutating into a feeling
of essence which arises from deep within. M