One more drop [another teeny bit NSFW poem]

[Littlest]

An English garden in summer

With beautiful flowers in bloom

Deep within the countryside 

Aromas of a sweet perfume 

 

Eyes filled with beautiful colours 

Orange and yellow and pink 

The delicate stems and petals 

Of a wildflower, so distinct 

 

In time the petals will open 

A sweet nectar revealed at its core 

He’d been to this garden multiple times

Yet never noticed this flower before 

 

A perfect little wildflower 

And one he’d quite like to tame 

He gently touches its petals 

For she is a flower and he a flame 

 

He’d wanted to take this wildflower 

Yet he nurtured, she would further grow 

To continue to harvest her sweet honey 

A secret that only he’d know 

 

He longed for the day of arrival 

In which he would get to taste 

And revel in the beauty of her nectar 

Ensuring no drop would go to waste 

 

He’d feel it on his fingertips 

Its consistency at the palm of his fist

A thick and delicious sweet syrup 

Melts from his fingers down to his wrist 

 

He imagined the taste of the honey 

As it swirls around his tongue and lips

The golden nectar, the ultimate prize 

With careful observation of its drips

 

He knew about this English honey 

That it was rare, delicious and pure 

A treat so sweet for his senses 

A guarantee he’d always want more