Morning Dew

How I wish someone would open,
the heavy logs of flesh wider
To see my sacred flower
with its morning dew.
full of life and vigor.
rustling its petals
with velvety soft flesh
there lies a string of beads
of needs, and wants, and desires.

I wish someone would see that
and taste those beads of lust.
stroke the core with love
with the tough wet muscle
that gives them taste,
and rub the dews all over
with the hard flesh
penetrating deeper.

How I wish there was someone
who would taste my morning dew.
suck the core beneath
lick the dewy flesh
circle the bud rigorously
until the core flushes out
shaking up the petals
vibrating into the depth
stimulating every speck
in return of the love.
flushing out the energy
all the sinful creme
all the unholy scents
showung stars in the day light
soaking in pure pleasure.

I wish someone could
taste my morning dew.
someone would moisten
their morning wood.
someone would churn
the flower filled with nectar.
suck out until the last drop.
I wish that there was someone
madly wanting my morning dew.
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Non Existent.