Nectar Of A Flower

When I think of those petals (ignoring the moss) and the first dropp of DEW trickles out she moves limbs and her flower is covered by gloss and the lips open slightly and pout. May I have what is yours, I have waited for years and my tastebuds are trembling with joy could it be that through this I would be in arrears having been such an innocent boy? So I nibble on her and she hums (I confess) and she dribbles her heart into mine, I remain in her patch and the music plays YES and the angels just watch and drink wine.