Come, Offensive

Petals pink and smooth
Gape in sweet expectation.

Surrendered legs stretched apart,
Wait for the desired offensive.

Submission, she knows,
Necessary for the optimum.

Petals turn juicier than before,
Legs move in pendulous fashion.

Two of her lovely fingers
Crawl nimbly into the wetting
Floral lips, feeling the silky touch.

Pink pulsates in palpable passion,
Lips grab the twin intruders,
Legs fold and unfold in mounting ecstasy.

Submission, she knows, for certain,
But consummation is divine chemistry.