This poem is my first attempt at NaPoWriMo prompt which to write a poem featuring at least three of the five senses

You were tight

Close lipped, almost shy.

Among your peers, standing firm.

Not daring to touch for fear of showing weakness

But the warmth gently encouraged, you began to move, to test, to explore.

Safe? Yes it is safe.

As your fragrance joined the aromas, spring arrived.

They didn't notice the build up of your pressure, the hiss as you came to explode!

All they will see are the fragments of beauty that once was as you finally relax.



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