The lips of my face
Are like another place
Dark flower
Fruit fresh
To devour

Have the good sense
To go south
Unmeasured
Quiet
Intelligent
S L O W
Inquisitive

Now wait
With two hands beneath
Then kiss
Where lovely
These thighs meet

Paced by empathy
We share sighs
Petals bloom
You know why

You know WHY
And oh HOW
I am a lady
I flush ripe red
While we go round