She is different from the rest, with her deliberate languor and drowsy eyes which lock onto mine and refuse to let go.
Her vivid petals unfurl for a precious few days before she reveals her sinister, pregnant glory.
She leans in and whispers in my ear, you’re mine now, her danger concealed behind a veil of softness.
She is the liquid darkness, the eternal night, yin-upon-yin.
She is the sum of all beauty and pleasure.
My lady opium.