My lust is for a red red flower.
full of fruit and colour,
Soft and dry when first I taste
a lick, a kiss, so gently.
Lips like petals swelling full
opening right slowly
glowing filling start to flow
moist with heartbeats nectar.
Passions murmurs fill my ears
music of arousal.
Thighs that part and crave for more
Eau de vie, the gleaming
Skin glows flushed
Muscles strain
Your waterfall is streaming
The flushing heat of lovers wine
Exploding for your Valentine
