In Bloom
My femininity spreads like a blossoming flower
Pink as a newly formed rose
Desperately craving the phallic penetration
Pulsating through my swollen tenderness
My lips become engorged with blood
Pouting as if to plead for stimulation
The flower is in full bloom
Ripe as it could possibly be
Waiting to be plucked
By someone's expert hands
Hoping to find divinity
In something considered so sinful
The nectar escapes from the petals
And onto the ground
I cry as it goes wasted
Pink as a newly formed rose
Desperately craving the phallic penetration
Pulsating through my swollen tenderness
My lips become engorged with blood
Pouting as if to plead for stimulation
The flower is in full bloom
Ripe as it could possibly be
Waiting to be plucked
By someone's expert hands
Hoping to find divinity
In something considered so sinful
The nectar escapes from the petals
And onto the ground
I cry as it goes wasted
Published by Stephanie Alford
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3 Comments
Post a CommentVery cool poem, like this one!!!!
PS: you have a knack for erotic poetry.
Bold.