Time to love is here again,
It enters,
in ways countless,
Through lovers copious,
it finds you.
Passion of flesh and mind,
is set forth.
Acting inside-out,
via verbs and moves,
cause you climax.
Price of flower high,
known not,
minutes, hours, days
of mountaineering - you are there,
exhausted.
Price of flower high,
well learned.
Spend lavishly, love madly,
for eternity to come,
a week, perhaps.
Desire for flesh of flame,
feelings ruttish.
Oversexed, tired, yet ready,
for further self-projection -
destined… to love.