Female flowering

Unumbara blossom,

My domme transferred to me,

Rose of Berwick, she’s my queen,

Full of wonder, I wonder, do I dream?

That she can pluck off any petal

And at her desire, make herself de sade,

Giving its sweet flesh to mire

Or,

Is the unumbara her sympathy,

And I climb, as so many before me, the chariot of feminine ecstasy,

Drawn by flowers of Beauty,

In full blossom of her pussy,

Heavenly shower, flowers emerging everywhere flowering femininity