It was kind of inspired by a line in the song Gold, from the Broadway play, Once.
And I probably got some other images from other poems/lyrics, but I can’t remember right now. So, here you go:
If your body was soil,
I would plant kisses like seeds.
And in the gentle toil
Of your golden sun-smile, sweet dew beads;
Flowers would grow, violet royal,
Enchanted green; a meadow lush.
With each sigh, a pale fern - uncoil.
And your cheeks bloom roses with each blush.