Winsome woman, her
innocent, delicate flesh,
cherry blossoms white.

Exposing channel,
fingers dance along the edge,
wet and delicious.

The forbidden fruit,
feeds their cravings and lust,
she whispers, "don't stop."

His root taking hold,
now weeping with desire,
sowing fertile flames.

Milk of the poppy,
euphoria, connected,
kindling their afterglow.

Casted shadows, the
cloaked wolf silently feasts, her
near lifeless body.

Depleted, blooms fall,
shifting winds bring monsoon rains,
snowflakes dot the ground.

Essence of life, the
nectar drips on her tongue, a
delicate bud grows.

~AvaRose