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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OHHHHHHHHHHH, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH! WOW - - I am speechless?