Sweetness without Resistance

.
And how's my sweetness he'd say,
though I shouldn't be so easy with
just a smile
an allowance to allow
such blatant a ask.

But my love does make
resistance a forgotten
distant shore left behind

And, like my skirts,
excitements on the rise

Kneeling
Hands kneading, squeezing
me closer

A pause in caress,
As I, once again hear the
Question thats answered
within my flowering petals
for his eagerness to take

Finding my sweetness
most sweet indeed
on a pleasing tongue