Lotus Flower Or Reed

The lotus flower yields
she spreads her petals for me
I lower my lips to taste her essence, sweet and earthy.
She lets me lick her, touch her.
Silk petals slick with the dew drops of her desire
she gives to me. Lets me drink my fill, slake my thirst,
and in turn recieves her pleasure.

The reed he dominates me, lays me down on the banks,
and fills me with himself pushes me to the edge and over.
I put him in my mouth and milk him dry.
His essence is sea salt tinged copper.
I hold him in my hands. He is steel shrouded in velvet.
His milk spills once again and makes my skin slick,
his passion spent.