there he is
so tall and strong
so sure of himself
he can do no wrong
she sits there quietly
off to the side
she wants to join in
doesn’t want to hide
she looks at him
she flashes her eyes
adjusts her skirt
and parts her thighs
she is so shy
so tightly curled
a pretty rosebud
not yet unfurled
will he be her gardener
and release her soul
will he water her mind
will he make her whole?
will he be the one
to make her bloom
to spread her pedals
to release her perfume?
will she be the one
that he will pluck?
will she be the one
that he will fuck?
