I feel the flowers of my field
like lilies blowing in secret wind
the breezes slowly caress now
across silken thighs
bursting with heat and desire
nature's erotic rhythm
opening and reaching
a wanton tree in a storm
limbs twitching and pulsing
to my fevered pulse beat
the orchid in my jungle
filled with moist heat
and the ebb and flow of the sea
waves against my womanhood
dances
rubbed to a fine honey gloss
a world grown warm
and sweet nectar
filling my bud