Two


entering with a gentle glide
a supple thigh grazes cheek
flower extended, warmth
the fragrance, intoxicating dew
kisses are a prelude
steam rises and settles
a gentle glide to touch a petal
light and odorous the smell
of love I'll speak with tongue
of love you'll know when I enter
the taste is not enough to quench
my thirst is for you 
a kiss to wet, unfurl the bud
to venture in a field
the place where I know you
I alone hear the whispers of desire
gentle glide, caress a petal
the dew remains upon my heart

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