Blossomed lilly

A beautiful photograph was she.
Every time I painted her
I felt, I had touched a lilly.

Such was her beauty.
Such was her charm.
Whenever we met, she surrendered to me completely.

I absorbed her every pore,
I made her cry for more
I responded, imprinting my hunger all over.

Tears trickled...dews formed.
When I planted myself inside her
We both lay still in that ethereal moment
Locked in love.

Breathing inside each other.
I took her...she blossomed
I realised she was my lilly.