I just want flowers

Wrapped in your tresess

And nothing else

When you mount me

The fragrance of the flowers

Mingled with your musky essence

Will be magical

As you sway your hips

Grazing your flesh

Coating my phallus 

With pristine gems

With the flowers crumbling

To your rage

I desire to capture that image

For you are the woman

I wish to imprint in my heart

Till my death bed.

©LR