A Tasteful Arrangement of Flowers

Pulling her in, close to my chest, 
our lips touch, just lightly at first.
Her leg and inner thigh sidled up
outside of mine, sliding up
'til her knee is resting on my hip.

The crook of which I firmly grip,
pushing myself into her warmth.
body rigid in reluctance feigned,
betrayed by the pain;
nails down my back breaking skin.

Forcing a gasp, I breathe her in,
the redolence of her complexion
reminiscent the scent of jasmine,
her amorous fragrance
mixing with the passion within.

I feel her flower bloom upon me,
pheromones and perfume elicit
imaging; tasting her bouquet. 
A morning’s sweet dew
that will forever whet my tongue.