Erotic PoetryThe Book of Flowers. Poem:2(These poems are wirtten in homage to her sacred underwear..)
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The black flower
I found on your bathroom’s
floor.
I picked with my hands,
fumbling
for its secrets
and lore.
I sniffed its both sides,
savoring your musky
fragrance.
I tasted its insides,
salty,
honey-sweet,
and poignant.
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