Pussy Worship Among the Wildflowers

She led me out where no one goes,
Where tall grass sways and clover grows.
A clearing hid from prying eyes,
Beneath wide skies and butterflies.

She laid back slow, skirt to her waist,
No words, no rush, no need for haste.
The wildflowers framed her throne,
And I knelt down, completely owned.

Each lick was soft, each kiss was praise,
My lips adrift in fragrant haze.
The wind picked up, her body shook,
I held her close in every nook.

Her nectar flowed, her moans rang clear,
Like songbirds nesting close and near.
I lost all sense of time and self,
A servant lost in floral wealth.

When she was done, the world stood still,
She stroked my cheek with quiet thrill.
And I lay back, my heart devoured,
From pussy worship among the wildflowers.