You bloom with Summer’s juices
with sweet nectar
flowing over, it ripens your dress,
two buds
where my hands discover.
You move my aching erection
with your body
and tongue
don’t know where
man ended
and where woman begun.
You trip so easily
to the stars
notice how small is our sun
but you are the masterpiece
by far the universe’s
finest invention.
You wake each day
to distance we lay slain
remaining faithful
to the river from where
you once came.
