The Flower

This is just about the mystery of love and its arrival in my life.
She sensed his mood.
The arousal from the fixed stare that he placed upon her.
Their eyes connected. Truly captivated. She was breathless.
Knowing. Wanting. Compatible in his gaze.
He opened her like a flower in Spring. A flower that has been hibernating in the cold harsh Winter months.
He started to slowly explore her lovely features, so she allowed her skin to slowly blossom. One fragile petal at a time.
She was alive.
Love was discovered.
The mystery of love.
   By Valentina Trifunov
Published: 1/23/2007
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