Some Sleepless Buds

Some sleepless buds

Some sleepless buds I would review by night
And, if this is perverse, then, so be it;
Some flowers do not need all the sunlight
That day may throw at them - so, I will sit
And wait for dusk - then, at the midnight hour,
I’ll slide past other beds; a closed up rose,
A plant I do not have within my power,
Can sleep; and, soon enough, she almost knows
Exactly when, it will submit and spread;
Presented for my usage and, I trust,
I’ll feel the trembling springs upon that bed,
As I enjoy the moment; then I thrust
In deep: I’ll take my pleasure in the tight
And sleepless bud, I’d open up by night.