Between thighs of white; Venus offers of you her delta. Think of them as if the swans who's wings unfolded as Zepharis graced his westward winds. With a fragrant bed in need of nourishment; just like his sweet Goddess Flora, I await your breath. Be the hummingbird in my garden; under skies of sun, siphon from my honeysuckle wild. Your thirst; in ripples - my pearly droplets of Amrita shall quay. Only at its depths, the vase beneath ecstacies tender bud; your wanton garden nymph wishes for you to plant seed. My garden shall you nourish. Your utopia; my Venus shall be.