My breasts bud like flowers,
my hard pink nipples brilliant stamens,
and I am fertile and blooming
with the ripeness of being alive,
my body made of soft earth.
I hold the round crater of my hips delicately in my hands,
smooth my fingers slowly over sensitive skin,
and lightly tease my way in
towards the hidden folds and creases
between my thighs,
the deep well
of myself,
where the ground is
so wet and moist.
Inside,
I am like deep forest after the rain.
A lush secret,
waiting for you to enter,
so that all
can be revealed.
