For the Love of B . . .

Dressed in a jacket of

alabaster and pink,

I lie on the tête-à-tête,

next to you.

Palm on my back,

you pull me close,

taking in every drop of

my sweet, vanilla essence.

I am awakened by

the soft touch of your

fingertips as they trace

my spine from head to tail.

Opening me like the Clitoria

Bloom on a warm summer day,

you gradually enter my world,

and devour all I have to offer.