My fingers whisper
Across the petals of a rare orchid.
Velvet,
Which opens to the warmth of my touch.
We are poised on the edge of an abyss.
Wanting, needing,
Pleading for the plunge that leads to
Fusion
And the frisson of excitement
That courses through our bodies
As my fingers find your nectar,
And we fall.
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