Orbital (final)

In beating strokes of now decreasing orbits,
She floats into view from the warming rise.
Her fine sinews, are hidden by sharp flutters,
That slowly twist in elliptical flirts that climb.
While the bloom - once prone-  in nights cold slumber, 
now slowly starts to face a golden warmth, and thrive. 

With each considered and complete caress,
she strokes her, parting  her soft petal flesh.
That slowly opens with the slightest of sighs,
which then rises to force the stilling  of time.
To now with the rising reach of their slow aching limbs,
That even  causes the dawn birds softcall to slowly dim.

To  here: where triumphantly, and without  burden  
Her long strong spear  will  leave a welcome kiss. 
 
 And as she sucklels  she  delicately penetrates.
To  engorge with more than the merest hint of bliss
 A  sacred  shrine a  shine in their divine nakedness. 
And so to perhaps their just reward:-
The secret gift of pollen and nectar deep
That tastes so delicious
~                              and just so sweet.

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