The Bloom of a Peony … (a poem)

Akua Allrich © 2011

 

With you I am a Peony

Tender round bulb

Reserved, modest and pretty

For you I bloom completely

 

Walk toward me

Extended hand

Your smile wakes me

eager to follow your command

 

shut mine eyes

man hands make me see

move to open me

a dance this is

Is it not?

The pull, the cool, the push the hot

 

At first sound, my heart runs wild

body antsy like a child

base of my spine whining for your hand press

to release secrets I long to confess

Pull me to you, curve my back

belly laughs at the gravity we lack

 

teach me with your eyes

bring forth wanting sighs

command my mind’s desire

release all my sweetest fire

smooth primal Energy

 

bodies flow through sound

reserved and modest

this bulb, full, wet, round

Red in motion

Blue to touch

 

Surprised by the sway of knowing hips

Captivated by the sweetness of honey-tinged lips

lead me please

I am ready Beloved

Neck craving your breathe in

Scent sweet as other-made sin

Your tease tugs at the aggression in me

Gives you cause to control … but … sweetly dear

I pause to feel your strength smooth, placed neatly … right here

 

turning me once to the left twice to the right

my hands squeeze tight

a taste of my naughtier side

you see, I grew my nails just for you

No longer needing to hide

Intent to take part in these games

Swim in these tender flames

The warmth of which entice my full bloom

Petals unfolding enchanted and fully consumed

By your hand-caressed cool

enough to sooth

Sweet in touch

all rights to move me to give of my hearts nectar

Thick in depth, full in texture

Yes, I dance with you

Give all of me

Tender, bold and free

Filled with Love,

Your Peony ♥