Spring Fever

Spring Fever

Iris I could be with you
To kiss your soft tulips
And lick sweet honeydew
From your other tulips.

If I rose to the occasion
Would you take me to your flowerbed?
There, you'll see my johnny jump-up
When I free you from your pansies.

You will feel my purple passion
When we make our violet love.
A lingering kiss to your areola
Will make me gladiola.

We will tumble to the flora
Clenched in wild honeysuckle,
Where I'll plow your secret garden
And release my secret seed.

Indeed.