Pink and perfect mysteryto which I ply my finger,she ripens so exquisitelythe longer that I lingerand fluff the modest blossomwith my gentle loving hand,teasing, ever pleasingso that now I understandhow beautiful the flowerthat yields without duress,blooming now so fullyin the warmth of my caress.
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