Pink petals flow in the current of the wind
It carries your scent upon its breath
It reminds me of the softness of your hair and the tenderness
as your apprenhension thinned
The smell of you, gentle flower invokes a bitter-sweet death
The savory nectar from your supple breasts, the gods must drink
A flavor so euphoric, it halts the turnings of my mind
the warmth of your maiden flower warms me so; bringing
my passions to the brink.
Unleashing the animal within, and once it’s done you give
my soul the comfort to unwind.
Cherry blossoms, sweet, inviting and soft.
lifting me do dream, but eve-grounded with mind aloft
in your temple I take my refuge dear goddess of sensual rain
No rhyme nor reason my love, but you’ve cured my
seemingly eternal pain.