The Floral Princess

Curled tight still, is the tiny bud,

like the maiden on her sleepy bed.

The Ra touches with his luke hot streak,

like the Prince brush her silky cheek.

She blooms on her Man's touch

this is heaven as such.

Seduces the dewy flower,

like her, just out of the shower.

Enchants her rosy perfume

surpass the musky fume.

woo her the hunky bees,

like the lover boys on their knees.

every green asset of attention;

heart of earthly attraction.

Await you, your fruitful phases,

time will give her, the changing faces.

Flower, raw, fruit and seed,

daughter, wife, as mother you feed.

Your praise is never to cess,

oh! my divine Floral Princess.