Pure eros, rated R for transparent botanical metaphors. Parental discretion is advised -- by which I mean my parents shouldn't read this, eh?
As the foxglove loves the fur of the bee
flushed and spotted, long-throated
with longing, I love you,
honey, let me
smear your face with pollen,
take fur inside me
mouth and belly -- oh
it's been too long,
the sun has swung
around and around
and all my dews are gone, but
bid me and I'll open
sudden as a rock-spring,
I'll bloom like a wadi, only
touch me and I'm milk
and honey, your rose
of Sharon, your lily
of the valley
decided to make that last phrase "your stargazer / lily"
My, this is tres sexy, Erin. Whew!