Tell Me About Your Bodies Hidden Secret

When I saw you grow, I knew I must pluck.
Eyes locked shut, fire rolling, breath to breath.
Give me crippling vertigo, moonstruck.
Pricked by your thorn, a mind-melting blessed death.

What now could stop the slow passion dripping?
I’ll peel back your petals, you’re quivering.  
Bodies intertwined, slowly rippling.  
Even now, as your bloom is withering.

Barely staying wake from your poppy seed.
Gripped in my unwavering desire.
Whip-lashed in ecstasy, bottomless sea.
Bloom into me, pollinate your fire.

When can we at last have? Undying lust.
Pleasure beyond compare, now owed to us.