The Flower, My Lover
Away she modelly walks
Unto the dead of night,
Her steps louder to lower
Till she bounces out of sight.
. . . And then I look to you,
A closed bud of jewels no flower
Should ever possess.
The plethora shades of green permeate
On till I envision your visage.
That forbidden pleasure should not
Lie in the grip of such a Teley
As me.
Will you not but decompress that shell and let
Me view the you who rings true?
My cheek on your belly -
Sin by the lapping of your bellybutton
And the massaging of your chest.
I know I could die as I
Lay my head on your thigh,
Staring up into your hunkered pistils and stamens,
While your pink lips commune your orgasm
On mine.
My flower,
Know always that our secrets shall
Remain safe with each other.