SLEEPING WITHIN THE FLOWER

Her flower opens

her petals glisten.

We ride wet heat

into position.

My stem,it throbs

to pollinate.

I push in slow

the entire length.

The warmth of passion

The sensual depth.

The vibrant pleasure

Through quivering breaths.

That delicate flower

now fully in bloom.

Her moans speak in color

of which I consume.

She keeps me inside

after seeds permeate

We sleep,still connected

to start again when we wake.