tilted and facing the sun,
she opens for him.
freshly bloomed, the signal to
d e f l o w e r
is released.
her stem, streamlined love,
leaning towards his gaze,
heaven in a bed of
p e t a l s
eagerly satisfied, he sips
dew from her leaves.
a garden of lovemaking
moonshine ribs and breasts
no cloaks to hide their
s i n
the calming presence of
wind chimes embrace
them, they’ve become one.
Eden, a treasure trove,
a haven for those seeking
p l e a s u r e
hides acts of nature
in the ever-changing wills
of their bones.
deflowered as the
world looks
on.
A Cornered Gurl 
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