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