A white orchid

I saw a white orchid just outside my window, I closed my eyes and identified her aroma. Her fragrance sneaked through every single hole and pore into my blood tubes to spread everywhere in my body. I am infected and will be a part of her.

A white orchid is just outside my room, sitting in the perfect position to let me see her. She is looking down, gently smiling at me. I am in a tropical cradle where I am going to close my eyes as feeling her existence, and expecting she will be still there next morning when I wake up.

Her white shiny round petal is as gorgeous as a full moon. Her skin is as smooth and glossy as velvet. She sheens like ceramic, and nobody can help touching her. The flower, which parasites on an old ugly tree, is as dominating as if a queen. Nobody can refuse her.

My flower just outside of my window. Every time I open my eyes, she is there looking down to me. Her sweet aroma is going to fill up my body as quiet as the moon becomes full, as smooth as the tide is filled. And I am going to be indulged as you parasite on me.

A white orchid just out of my room, you are always sitting there, whenever I close my eyes or open my eyes, the next morning and the night after next too.

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