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