The Nectar

Blossoming to the pleasure
of love,
pistils touchy to the eroticism
of burning passion.

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Exquisite dance in the
of the passionate game.
The moans of the flower
are magical notes
that sweeten the sensory
libido of the essence.

The sting makes its way
via the virgin petals.
The throbbing
throbbing humidity of desire
permeates the ethereal.
And the magical dance
turns into a violent
of conjunction.

Sweet juice of life,
scrumptious for the bee
that fecundates it in
an orgasmic ballet
of supernatural
sensations.

An excessive purple of
eroticism,
expressed before
the lust of the
passionate sting.
The praise for such a
spectacle is the
nectar of that
flower,
supplying it
to the deserved being.