She may have been youthful once but nothing beats a lifetime’s development, transformation and experience.
Our rather adult Camellia dropped one of her voluptuous blooms a while
ago and under close scrutiny, the sensuality of the abandoned flower,
has been entertaining and intriguing me ever since. 

I’ve touched her,
carefully divided her to expose her hidden inner bits, and stared at her
for much longer periods, than all the combined fleeting moments that I
have delighted in and lavished on, the imposing blooming shrub so far.