Orgasm

****** Hid in the deepest dark and soul of me where no one ever thought could be a thing a flower grows, called love, and and longs to be all of your deepest dreams a night could bring. And if this night does whisper your desire through mine own heart, and through my fingertips, my flower love shall burst into a fire as surely as the meeting of our lips. To lay you down and enter love so deep into the very heart of you I go then damp with passion, it's the time for sleep to dream the dream again that few could know. And as the dawn lights through my window pane, my flower love--I'll enter you again.