Unsoiled Boutonniere Blooming Delight Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Unsoiled Boutonniere Blooming Delight

Written by Wilfred Mellers,12: 21 PM, Wednesday, April 7,2010

Smooth is the cotton and soft to the touch.
Velvety polished plane, I want it so much.
The aroma is sweet, and I want to eat it all up.
Vanilla cream-tasting liquid syrup.

Attraction defies all known logic.
When I touch you there, it is like magic.
The mere sight overwhelms my eyes.
In Yonder Canyon lays a dampened surprise.

Fanciful imagery of you, I've pondered so graphic.
Just the thought of tasting you would be cosmic.
Your orchid corsage ripened, you I would pick.
Should I die in your womb?
Please, God, don't let it be quick.

Sentenced to life was the verdict.
The bouquet of my choice, for you, I'm an addict.
Windows steam rises as I ponder on your garland fair.
I so wanted to put my lips there.

Chocolate hands cover your cherry treat.
Honeysuckle rose made my night complete.
Toes curling from the summer's heat.
Sunshine divine, my visage is your seat.

Moments shared I not soon to forget.
Sweet is your blossom that's moistened till wet.
Drenched, I remove its covering layer.
Articulated are words from you to a gentle payer.

Trying desperately to keep it all in.
Dear lord shouted as your head went for another spin.
Your body is my wonderland now I explore.
Bursting at the seems, you can't take it anymore.

As passions flow and explode into a desire,
The air is a flame, for your soul is on fire.
Resisting no longer and putting up a fight.
We released the beast into a silent night.

Words are now magical as if they are William Shakespeare's.
Melodious incantations sway my attentive ears.
Tender and few are moments we share.
My slice of heaven resides now in your loving care.

Enchanted, I'll be by your floret overpowering.
I'm cleansing my fingers, and my tongue is scouring.
Soon thereafter, I also peaked.
As the night's pageant starts to conclude;
Every moment is satisfied by your savory food.

Magnificent you are, my loving spice.
For your blossom, I'll make the ultimate sacrifice.
Let me pop the bubble, then pour whisky on ice.
You are worth it all at any price.