My life is like a lychee – majestic and evergreen,
a delicate flower turned to hanging globules of translucent
flesh that wait your suckling a sweet rose sorbet.

My delicate skin, loosened by a mere glance, excited bud to blossom in hopeful intoxication,
Lay, broken fresh and longing, before you  - a soul offering of sweet jelly muscat.

Like dancing butterflies on a flower, taste my sweet nectars, soul consumed in soul,
rose flush and delicate, a perfumed secret stirring the heartfelt blood of your veins.

- opus125