Flower---

Flower---

I like to touch you
in that place where petals crux
all luxuriant moans
skirt-less,
dew surrounds my hand
like a cup holds jasmine tea
quaking in the palm
wide-mouthed,
there is no maybe
in our eyes when I plunge through
your insatiable
babes,
how lovely the song
made in the pink glimmer stroking
suckling profoundly
Wondering,
what sort of man are
you, you asked me before I
inspired your long moon howl

©2010 j.a.o.a.