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  • My lust for you is like a rose.
    Petals pressing lips, soft-edges
    Blurring; delicate sheets folded,
    Like love notes; like legs. Its
    Silken self tight-budded, then
    Blooming, blushing, gaping. Its stem
    Proud and smooth but for thorns,
    Their urgent sting.
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