Lineage

Your underwear hangs on the line
the briefs the thongs that elastic stretch
cover up your silken purse
not lost now that warmth and that mystery feel
the routine of hygiene the rules apply
for what was soiled now washed and dry
the pleasant outline of your camels toe crotch
to admire its invite
magnetism draws me to that irresistible gulch
that entrance was framed in her pheromones musk
that advert unspoken of duality's clutch
mid cycle near, the line on the graph
the egg that falls, tests the strength of your balls
that spring has awoken
the hatchet you buried
the seeds that were wild
caviar quality of my sperm
job done, lineage now confirmed
behold the conception of daffodils child