I am blooming for you. My body is the soil and your love is the seed, tucked carefully beneath the safety of my breastbone, ready to burst forth into being.
Together, we are growing the flowers that will adorn the garden of our love forevermore.
O to glimpse that beauty, O to see its crimson and golden shades dappling our bodies, covering us in velvet and silk blossoms, each unfurling petal crafted of wonder and glorious, unearthly pleasure.
We who have waited so long. We who have felt so much. Finally on the cusp of our own creation, a handsome bud opening inch by startling inch.
Your love is a flower and O, how I love to make you bloom.
