5...An Sp Exercise

She reminds me of this flower
five times I walked past it
     five times I turn back
          five times I change my plan of attack
     five times to make it right
five times I decided to put up a fight
It was one of a kind
worth every time I changing my mind
     Five petals that fragranced the wind
          Five senses making me desire her
over and over again
     Five silent conversations
I had with myself
          five nights of sleep I missed
could have been holding her tight
     five fingers to touch her lips
          five times to thrust against
her thirsty hips
Right before my eyes
She melted
into my fantasy
into every woman
I wanted her to be
making her that much closer to me