O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily,
especially when
you let me
kiss her tasty petals,
smother myself in her nectar
& pollinate her
with my whole being,
my fervent soul.

O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily,
lying with her
in the fields of fresh green,
those rolling hills
under the brilliant
skies of azure
where our bodies meet,
we spill our love
in splendor.

O, I do Sweet Miss,
I do consider your Lily.