The Flower king
Scent, seducing. So sweet is He. His pink skin calling unto me.
And then I was one with Him, when the Garden was growing on my wrists, and my veins burning In purest fire. When I laid back in the bed of Hyacinths and dandelions.
My hands were His, and He touched myself with blessed and soft fingers. Possessed in ecstasy so high, to bring forth the brightest starlight.
