***
A nicely wrapped parcel
decorated with;
white and yellow ribbon
Inside a glittery carton
With red ointment spread underneath
Handed by chance to *hombre*
Not planned, not pre arranged
But perfect.
Its gracious form laid on the sofa and then the bed
He looked lustfully at it hoping to devour it at lightening speed
He loves her, he wants her. The parcel; a perfect birthday gift.

He gently caresses her edges with all tenderness like it held *Treasure* of gold and diamond.
The longing hung heavily in his eyes
The huskiness of his voice vibrated through the dampness of his shorts.
With one hand he pulled the white ribbon
His eyes stood at attention as he met her comeliness held beneath the yellow ribbon.
The room suddenly felt hollow
With the ribbons sprawled out on a pillow
The perfect birthday gift, one he'll die to follow.

With all alacrity he unraveled the cotton
Alas! It's a flower from time
A transcendence of human imagination
She laid with a smiling frown
Her mind wandering off with one trained to build engines
Her vision is blurred from staring deep into stillness of the room
She needs an EYE CARE
A flower from time

He presses his lips against her nectar
Eyes shot he savours her sweetness
Dropping tiny kisses from her sepal to the petal
And finally settling in between the walls of her petals rummaging and making for the tiny hole that connects to her uterus?
It's unusual
It's confidential.

He turns her over
Dead silence fell upon them
Except the heavy breathing of his manhood
Stuck in between the impenetrable walls of her fragile behind.
With mind still wandering, pleasure escapes through her clinched teeth
He's thrusting... Once, twice faster and harder following the strum of his guitar.

Fatigued from incessant struggle to make her a little more humane to his needs
He submits to the call of nature and snores away his frustration.
***
Wishing she wasn't rejected by the one trained to build engines
She would never have ended up squashed in the bosom of a deprived *hombre*