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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