pink orchid of love fragrant flower so rare of desire's full bloom nestled in that glade below your mossy rise my tongue, a hummingbird hungry for passions nectar hovering above you, wanting to drink so deep, and long till my thirst is quenched my hungry heart is filled but for a short blissful time then hungry again, takes wing to drink deeply of you again sweet pink orchid of desire
W. I. Boucher October 2, 1997