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Young wine
Winds bending limbs
Upending and back around again
Sinful turns resting upon curls
She is the courtesy, like water to trees
Uncontested, her pageants affirm attrition
Too young to stalk, yet needing supervision
Causing forests to divide equatorially
Just 2b near her promised fruitful center
To enter such a garden, is to wait for admission
Skillfully nurturing her hidden orchids in good living
Together with her make up, atmospheric necessity
Secretly honing to flourish in such pansophic hemispheres
Cheers are heard past harvested whispers, adoring
Uprooting time, her time suspends feloniously, in waiting
Natural growth is but another derived form of entertainment
Patience is needed if ever to pluck and prod such likeness
Pictured as a masterpiece on mantle shelves, admiring
Blossoming spurts to further culture in worldly stature
Thorns on display promises 2b rough, yet still soft to touch
Until the right wind blows, increasing her metaphorical elixir
2b sniffed, swirled and timidly tasted, savoring such a mature mating
Unabridged potency, converting many a hard limbs to clinging vines
Appeasing grace in such anointing find, hoping to nurture worthy confines
