Bleeding Heart

Have you ever seen a Bleeding Heart?
Not a beating heart that pounds in our chest
I speak of the plant

This pleasant day found me outside in the sun
Looking at a plant that reminded me much of my sex

So pink and perfect heart-shaped
With a protruding stamen that echoed my own clitoris

I was watching a fat, fuzzy bumble bee
As he dances from one flower to another
Tickling each stamen delightfully

Tenderly gathering the pollen with his skilled legs
Making my own sex grow hot and wet

Wishing for a lover to stroke me with such tenderness
Until my nectar flows from my depths for him

And we two can 'pollinate' together as one