It’s raining lilies on my face in the
form of tiny kisses everyplace.
The tender touch of fluttering wings,
As I milk her most intimate
and flowery things. With skin as soft
as petals you see, and nectar that
flows and nourishes this honey bee.
The raw anticipation as she
watches me fly, awaiting the surge
from her pistil, “sighs…”
It’s raining lilies on me, you see,
but this Stargazer Lilly
only rains for me.
For my amazing Nereyda aka Lilly
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