Dancing chartreuse wings hum in rhythm while the heat
of the day spirals hot from the asphalt.
I watch your daring race to de-flower each bud that has come into bloom.
Eagerly moving in gentle flight to taste the nectar of another, you probe into the tightness that was made just for you.
As if in orgasmic bliss, the pedals open to catch dew dripping from the morning as they sway softly to your humming wings.
I am glad there is still chivalry within your realm as you bask in your entire splendor as if on parade for another bloom.
Are the lilies your favorite of the summer, simmering in fragrance that melts the hearts of men, or is there another that brings you to flight?
Such sweetness, such beauty, waiting for just the right moment to explode as the sun ripens the very soul of life.
Laid out on a carpet of green, the soil is moist as buds break their silence and flow with life giving nectar.
Take your time winged brother to savor and respect what has been freely given to you.
For the fall soon comes to take away the beauty that was planted, but another winged angel will come and prick the blossoms with wings beautifully decorated.
Enjoy your time in my garden with each maiden bloom as I enjoy my own.

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