Botany Lessons

Touch me here,

Between the folds of my petals,

Between the soft wrinkles of my sepal waiting and

willing,

Touch me here,

quietly licking the outer layers,

honey dripping,

wet and willing,

Close your eyes and breathe in

the night dusk,

Georgia O’Keefe sunset against my thighs,

Darkened and burnt,

And I am that petal unfolding,

waiting for

Your hands and tongue to trace the honey source,

drink in

nectar so raw and pure

sex pungent and dark,

lips upon stamen,

waiting for the final release.