Her eyes tell a saturating story of protism.
For so long she hid in her little yellow dress
dreaming of becoming a flower in a pot.
Now she’s exposed to life in lace,
her dreams twist to feathery pleasures.
The sauna is closing her in.
Today her wonders are unleashed
on a boundless savage piece of man.
Let him round her fire naked
so she knows what she got herself into.
Let her mind not bore him,
even though it’s rushing
back and forth in hesitant paces.
But she savours his moves.
She’s too gullible to deny him.
So now she will let mama’s little flower sprout
and reveal itself to the world.