The Flower

                       The young Flower is tender, handle with care  


You blowing on my ankle like
that makes me tremble
 Makes my knees weak
Stop it you I’m ticklish
                    
                       The flower is innocent,the flower is sweet  



I like when you kiss my knee
it makes me shiver
Makes me giggle
Makes me tempted
                        
                      The flower needs to be caressed  

You never licked my stomach
before, it gives me butterflies
Makes me throb
From somewhere deep down below
                                                          
                    The Flower opens to the sun, its lover



I like it when you kiss me like that
Makes my heart stop and stubble
Makes me think,... contemplate the forbidden
                        
 
                                The Flower needs to be tended, watered  



Ah, you're caressing my garden
With your slow big hand
it feels good too
It makes me wet
It arouses my curiosity

                
                        The Flower tracks the slow movements of is lover


You have an astute touch
my body moves with each tender motion
It makes me tremble
makes my body remember
What I never thought
 I knew

                    
                        The Flower longs for the touch of its lover

Your body touching mine
 makes me hungry
Makes me anticipate
makes me want to
open to experiences
of new

                 The Flower is ripe ready to be plucked                                              


In the space of time,
 Innocent died
ecstasy,
 transcends
 Leaving my body open
exposed,antsy and
 hungry for more.
 

                        The Flower is mine