open for me
as a flower
the soft petals
of your womanhood
wide in the
morning sun
touch my stamen
to your pistil
intertwine these
vines of passion
in the fragrant
musk of sin
let us shake
the dew from
our leaves in
blissful harmony
and later close
like new buds
in the starlit night........
suddenly awake
I realise that
I fall in love
with every
pretty face
that smiles
at me being
the sad story
I am...... |