Lotus [7-17-08]

I could feel the lips and muscles of myself

begin to flutter and then bloom.

Pushing outwards,

wet,

layer by layer,

like a flower.

Vibrant reds.

Vulnerable pinks.

My pelvis tilted upward;

my petals poised and opening to your sun of a mouth.

My seeping cum,

beginning to collect like pools of rain water beneath me.