You tempt me to love,
as I pull on your petals hoping to get to know you more,
I notice you are bad for me,
stealing at thoughts and filling them with desires of you on me,
me on you
and tasting your sweet perfume.
I overdose on our conversations,
a way to feed my addiction
and further promote my dependance on you,
of you
and your beauty.
Longing for you against my skin,
wanting you in my hands
and your dew on my finger tips.
I rush to the day we intertwine
and I pour my pollen into you,
Oh sweet flower, allow me lay claim to you.
