The Book of Flowers. Poem:1

The Book of Flowers

(This poems is the first of a series dedicated to my strong passion for her underwear ..)

-1-

Every night,
she wears a different lace.
One with hearts,
one with flowers,
and one,
red with birds.
She tells me about their colors,
about her white pairs.

Every night,
she puts on a new lace.
She discards her old ones
-the wet and dirty ones-
which touched her private place.

Every night,
she torments me,
with a new lace.