The scent of flowers guide me to her lane.
Her petals puff and fill with silk satin
That's laced with magic drenched in her passion.
It feels so soft against my virgin mane.
Above the Heavens past her prairie reign
Dual perky hills of milk that lift me up
Into rapturous estate. I erupt
Releasing love to melt across her plains.
Her world is perfect. It trivializes dreams
Since inside her there are not but screams
Of joy that I make; mouth full of her cream.
She damply smothers me down to the hime
Eclipsing all as our universe chimes
Releasing any doubt. We reach the prime.