And now I have you.
I can feel your smooth skin under my fingers giving way to my touch.
I can see how beautiful you are, and I can understand how the likes of you have
inspired poetry, all better than this, but none more heartfelt.
The ruddy hue of your body makes me want to forget everything else in the world
for at least as long as you belong to me.

I still think of you, only this time not in dreams of what could be but those that
will be.
I still imagine ways to make you mine, only this time not in ownership but in
spirit.
I still dream of holding you, only this time not for once but for as long as I want.
I still see your beauty, only this time I don't just see it I know it in every cell.

Because now I have you.
I can run my fingers lightly over your hips and your other curves.
I can feel you tremble, light as a feather, under my touch.
I can imagine you opening yourself up when the time is right, and how perfect that
will be.
But the time will come when I'll give you up and you'll belong to another.

Because after all, my love deserves a rose as beautiful as you.
My perfect flower.