Pussy Flowers Poem by Kevin Mireles

I tremble when I think 
of all the pretty wild flowers 
beyond my window pane.

Origami pussy-flowers
orgasm alongside me
as I play with myself.

No invitation,
No lingerie,
or lipstick on my neck.

Just a lot of
horny pretty flowers;
Hear them as they
beg and moan
In the wind.


—Note from Poet: a poem about how external beauty can trigger a rich, complex, and unapologetically sexual inner landscape, where nature becomes both a source of inspiration and a canvas for projected desire.