Treasure Island

Brian Jones

(date of death if applicable? are you serious? ? ? born,12-30-69)

If you were a flower


If you were a flower, which one would you be
A Rose, an Orchid, a Calla Lilly
Its unfair to you to pick just one
I would pick all, Rolled into the sum
With skin like petals, so gentle to touch
Red lips like Roses, I want them so much
Ears like Honeysuckle, So sweet to taste
I want to be with you, Arms wrapping your waist
The fragrance you render, Brings Jasmine to mind
Your kisses so sweet, Intoxicating like wine
You are so beautiful, I'm filled with desire
All of my heart, Consumed with this fire
Holding you close, Clutching like a Vine
So stunning to behold, Sensations so devine

Submitted: Thursday, February 08, 2007
Edited: Monday, January 10, 2011

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