How Lovely She Is...Lovely Like A Flower Of Flesh! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

You tell me
you have bought me

flowers
(my favourite freesia)

arranged them
in the bedroom

but not to come
until you call me.

You call me.
I come.

Have to give you
10 out of 10

for presentation

as I wide eyed
perceive before me
you

with legs
spread wide open

& a posy
growing out of your pus*y

(apparently)

amazed at the beauty
of the vase.

You ask me to
deflower you

& I do
petal by petal

picking your flowers
out of my teeth

(smiling...you smiling too)

astounded by
your flower arranging skills.


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The poem was deleted with its French title so I thought I would revert to its Englishness!

QU’ELLE EST BELLE...BELLE COME UNE FLEUR DE CHAIR
(How lovely she is...lovely like a flower of flesh)