You infiltrate my soul with warmth.
Like sun to a flower,
You feed me.
Ahh, and the nectar that is my desire,
Grows.
My narrow center fills,
Pink and swollen bud,
Crying out to burst.
Honey scent carries out,
Calling out.
Waiting,
To be exposed, impaled, released,
By you
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