there he is

so tall and strong

so sure of himself

he can do no wrong

she sits there quietly

off to the side

she wants to join in

doesn't want to hide

she looks at him

she flashes her eyes

adjusts her skirt

and parts her thighs

she is so shy

so tightly curled

a pretty rosebud

not yet unfurled

will he be her gardener

and release her soul

will he water her mind

will he make her whole?

will he be the one

to make her bloom

to spread her pedals

to release her perfume?

will she be the one

that he will pluck?

will she be the one

that he will fuck?