Grass grows from
your toes, vines
winding, weaving their
way up your legs and
settling just below
your bellybutton.

Lilies bloom from where
your ******* should be,
gently caressing your
bountiful ******* with
their soft white petals.

Let me hike up your vine
covered legs and explore
your garden, and I promise
not to taint you with
weeds.