Yield
Means so much
Gives so much
Desires so much
Creates so much
She put herself in my hands
Her beauty not previously felt, or wanted
Yet now
Slowly a beautiful butterfly emerges
Translucent yet full of colour
Delicate yet raunchy
In fact envigourating
For when she yields
She gives of her abundance
Which flows from deep within
She gives and gives and gives afresh
Her store of resources
Endless
Her smile, radiant
Her wants awakened
