Petals of my muse
Soft and so delicate, they hide the perfect glistening bud, shinning with desire, engorged with lust and blood
I'd gently part the petals, to give the bud a loving kiss, to tenderly adore her is my one and only wish
To taste her fowers nectar, like a humming bird I'd hover, my tongue darts in and out, for the taste of my sweet dream lover
Her juices are from heaven, she is the sweetest wine, it would be a honour for me to taste her, I'd be glad if she was mine
I dream that her patels have the softest touch, I'd love them on my lips, i love to mouth her flower, whilst i held her by her hips
I'm intoxicated by her, I'm mesmerized by her smile, just having her within my heart, makes my dreams worthwhile
Her juice I've never tasted, she's never shared my bed, she lives inside my poetry, she comes from in my head
But she is the perfect flower, i tell of her in stanzas and in rhyme, a muse like no other, I'm delighted that she's mine
Ron
