Life of the party
That lady in red
Ruffles of scarlet encasing her grace
She treads in measured steps
Making the bystanders envy her stilettos
For kissing and casing her feet!
She tips her green gloved hands
Offering the greeter a chance
To peck on her fingers
As her sweet fragrance lingers
Captured in their breath!
And she dips her head bidding a bye!
“Camellia, come hither”
Her beau the butterfly signals
She turns around and pouts..
Spreading her palm before her face
And pulling the lover towards her
As she pulls her finger back and forth!
Does she have strings wrapped around her tips
Maneuvering lovers like puppets?
I know not!
All I know is that she swirls around in that red ruffles
Making me twirl a ribbon of words
Watching her in awe, as she treads the garden party
In rockstar aplomb!
“Camellia, stay where you are, how you are”
I’ll come thither
And capture you on my lens and sense
Letting out a sigh and letting in your sighting!
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