Flower & Panther

All the shades of pink,
mauve, lillac and purple.
That’s who I am.
Precious flower.
I lie down here, still,
open, moist, ready to receive.
I don’t have to do anything.
I have everything to give.
A sweet nectar.
I’m all spread wide.
Pleasurable, easy.
No barriers, abundant.

Black panther.
Catwoman.
Sensual.
Alluring.
Luscious.
Delicate, yet powerful.
My paws gently sink in my flesh,
feeling myself,
sensing every point of pleasure.
I’m so desirable and beautiful.
I love myself.
I desire myself.

He can’t give.
He’s imprisoned by fear.
He thinks he’s free with his choices.
But he is blinded by a mechanical mind.

Oh, how I wish those wounds fade away!
Make him see,
so that he can drink from my nectar
and become purified, free!