Her body opposite theirs.
Veins, large and little ones
filled
with the pink of their beauty.
The desire of his own pink,
streamed into her memory.
The guardians of virtue were alarmed,
and came to remind her not to.
But, when they saw them,
they withdrew,
and allowed the pink
to spread further.
And that, undisturbed and unrestrained,
fanned out.
A flavor of joy emerged,
and filled up the pores.
She leaned to their blossoms,
and whispered,
I do exist...