My Edible Wildflower [Audio]

This is one of the favorite poems I've written. I wrote it over a year ago and am finally submitting an audio version. I hope you enjoy it!
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My shy flower
Comes with me
Always, for she
Is part of me,
Nestled safely away
From the material
World,
Living a sensual,
Otherworldly life in the
Shadowy valley at the
Base of my
Slender hips

Safe, perhaps, but lonely,
Sheltered in her
Dark, private cove,
My beautiful flower
Hides her
Fluttering pink petals,
so
Soft,
Delicate,
Dew-kissed,
Warm

Though shy, she's wild, and my
Delectable, edible wildflower
Craves
To be
Eaten by Him,
Fed upon like a
Starving beast
Feeds upon its prey,
Longing to satisfy His
Insatiable appetite
And quench His
Unfathomable thirst

She aches to
Welcome Him,
To be overcome by the
Feel of His
Powerful lips and tongue
Devouring her, because,
Though feasted upon, she's
Never consumed,
But rather draws strength from
His life-giving attacks,
Expanding,
Opening,
Throbbing with
Aliveness

She in turn longs to
Feed Him,
Dousing His
Ravenous mouth with
Milky white cream,
Translucent, wet slipperiness,
Gushes of clear, hot liquid,
For she's awash in
Ambrosian wetness,
Watered from within
By a fountain that
Springs from her arousal
For Him

But for now she's
Alone,
Wrapped up and
Trapped in her
Ethereal dream,
Shielded from
Reality, yet
Craving reality,
Craving
Life

Alone,
She dances to satisfy her
Lust with
Such glorious abandon that
She trembles with
Passion, and my
Desirous fingers are
Inexorably drawn to
Touch and stroke her
Tender petals and
Rub her sweet pearl as my
Hips gyrate and pulse

My touch brings sweet release,
But she finds
Hollow satisfaction
In solitary pleasure, and
Loneliness is an
Almost constant friend for
It's been
Many years
Since another's hands
Have run their fingers across
Her smoothness

So,
She
Waits,
Alone,
Quietly, impatiently,
Desire simmering and
Building up inside her
Until she can stand it
No longer for
She's filled with
Hunger,
Ravenous for His
Touch,
Craving the
Freedom to blossom
As if in springtime,
New life filling her

She wants to
Expand and explode in
Exquisite bloom, to
Seduce Him with her
Beauty and charms,
For she longs to be
Desired by
Him

"Please touch me," she begs!
Gently or
Roughly, with
Soft thrums to
Hard spanks,
Delicate tongue flicks to
Harsh finger fucks,
She craves it all,
She must
Feel
It
All

In her dream,
He answers her
Desperate call,
Crashing into her
Garden to grab hold of her,
Squeezing and tugging on her
Fleshly petals, slapping them,
Rubbing them with His
Strong fingers and His
Hard cock, then
Adoringly kissing her
Succulent folds,
Nibbling delectably,
Lapping up her
Opulent, sweet nectar

She moans at His firm touch,
She whimpers
Feeling His
Rough tongue reach inside
Her depths,
His nose pressed against
Her warm softness,
Inhaling the
Sweet fragrance of
Arousal emanating from her
Glistening pink blossom
As it unfolds and opens in
Response to
His love

Beautifully alive,
She quivers,
Vibrating with life,
Reverberating with
Passion as her
Imagination lets her
Feel His
Probing fingers
Part her
Tender, wet petals

She feels Him rub her
Hard, sweet little nub then
Slide His
Seeking fingers through her
Expanding petals,
Plunging them into
Her velvety smooth,
Throbbing, hot
Depth

My flower bursts into
Full, exquisite bloom,
She's never felt so
Alive, and her
Vivid dream blends with
Reality:
What is real and
What is fantasy?
Is one better than
The other?

She sighs and
Bows her flowered head,
Hiding in her
Ethereal dream,
Safe, perhaps,
Living a sensual,
Otherworldly life,
Dancing alone,
Searching for reality,
But grateful for her
Fantasy of
Him