I came at you from every angle
& you relished
in my organic nutrients.

I saw your flower explode,
showering me
with radiant color,
it was magical.

I am in love.

You're so delicious
you precious little thing.
You see dream girl,
I can taste your sweet breath,
kiss your succulent lips,
feel your warm body move
rapidly next to mine
covered with spray
& you don't even know it,
how you make me
succumb!

O, how I sing in the hot shower
with you darling!

She found herself
up against the wall,
spread eagle,
so regal
in her ******.

Water droplets cascaded
her soft shoulders
& she rode
two digits
as if it were
her last shower.

The power
she generated
was more than
she could take
& releasing alone,
she cried my name
to the tune
of her shuddering.

I took a shower with Heaven
once under
a brilliant
sky of splashed milk.

She exploded,
   then giggled
at our *******-sounds,
the beautiful noises
we made in earnestness
up against the slippery wall.

Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is found in the heart

Ophelia has
flower petals
growing beneath
her tongue, and
I can taste
honeysuckle
when I kiss her.

There are highways
in the grooves
of her hips.
I like to trace them,
and get lost
somewhere between
intimate whispers and
an unsteady heartbeat.

Ophelia has a
mocking jay stuck
in her throat, and
it sings to me
when she finds
herself stuck in
tangled vines and
dwindling
self-confidence.

She weeps at least
an ocean a day,
and that's more
than my diminutive
hands can catch.
I think I'd like to
spend a few eternities
exploring the peculiar
jungles of Ophelia.

The golden sunlight shone
Bright over the hill
As the wind fills the
Sky with flower petals.
A single drop of dew
Falls onto a dandelion
Growing in a field
And settles.
I gaze deeply
Into your eyes then we kiss
Slowly, our hearts
Beating fast.
I take your hand
Walking onward in the
Grassy field as we go on
Forever, and we never look back.