There’s a substance which I desire
tucked within a velvet floret.
Intoxicating in it’s design.
It’s delicate petals moistened by dew,
turning a blushed hue.
Radiating as if set on fire
beckoning for me to spread it
apart, exploring treasures inside.
Savoring sweet nectar with gentle lips
and soft tender licks.
Until that flower creams in efflorescence.