Her sweet, intoxicating fragrance in the gentle breeze reminds me of midnight kisses stolen passionately in secret.
Shining like jewels through an hourglass, her eyes bear the beauty of a velvet rose immobilizing time between two lovers.
In a garden of innocence, she is most noticeable because of her sultry intentions beckoning the heart of a man staring joyfully at this sweet, Spanish flower.
Lost in moments of imaginative madness, I find myself kissing the back of her soft, feminine hand in a public setting.
How can the allure of this woman move me to welcome her breathless kisses when we are bound by secrets that cannot be revealed?
Awakened suddenly by reality, I find myself gently kissing the silken petals of a flower blooming in my midst with warm, trembling lips.
Smiling bashfully while I hold her dearly and in such high esteem, I realize this sweet, Spanish flower has captivated my stolen glances, for I have come to adore her since she stands most beautiful among this garden of passionate freedom.