Non-Erotic PoetryPetalsPetals
Thier fingers pluck, one by one
He loves me, he loves me not
Last one to cling; he loves me
I blush pale pink on my perch
Thier soft cheeks brush against me
Taking my dewy moisture
And they're letting me crumble
In sweet, sinful surrender
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Nice
I like the POV. It seems both sweet and mildly erotic. I just wish the word crumble were fall. It would have fit better IMO. Still very nice.
A poem from the
Flower's POV ?! Nice .
I liked it. Works well because it doesn't rhyme when you expect it to.
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