He made her feel, feel again,
With drops of  lightly scented pure rose water,
Dripped upon her pure skin,
Heaven sent.
He made her love,
as he made love to her,

She no longer loves,
she can't,
he stole her heart away,
he left,
She's suffocating,
drowning in the captured moments of incessant ******,
as they bang around inside her head,
No more pure ***,
her body slung upon the hill,
her beautiful body of ****** tenderness,
abandoned in a tragedy.
(C) LIVVI