Passiflora: Passion Flowers

His hand, sweaty palms, his fingers Slipped to her nautical waists, tether Tulip-red-petal-lips press together With a stamen, tongue twining With lingering dreamy longing. Whilst their flowers clock lost time He stripped her of all her apparel And she came forward in rhyme Rocking back on his calypso carol Support needed, she leaned back. Headlong like a sunflower lolling Amongst his arms, like a megalomaniac Shaking her head to-and-fro To-and-fro, to-and-fro, alarming In ways of the first flowers deathblow.