Poem from the Vault: I want to make love to flowers

I want to make love to flowers

to smell the tickling softness

on my lips

and touch the place where the bud

meets the stem

to tenderly penetrate

the silky petals with my finger

and quivering, caress

its responsive opening.

to feel the quick rush

of nervous blood

when I withdraw

and find the naked, open

flower

staring at me.

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