Kissing flower buds for the practice

Half-open blossoms, unfurled petals

Fashioned like their fixed counterparts, lacy scallop shells

It's a caress on the nerve endings

Fresh, round, hard & silky

Transient warmth

Then,

An opened (eye)ris

I come away with a brush of yellow on my lip

Tickly, a sticky fragrance

Now

A wish for

warm lips,

fingertips