A Waning Bud
You are the velvet on my rose,
The shade of burgundy I blush.
Your essence bursts fragrant
Breaths impregnating my petal shield.
Pure naked before you, I swell ascensional,
Hunger impelled for one climactic caress
Brushed beside such exquisitely fair cheek.
Farewell Princess Precious,
Tender press me midst remembered
Pages of your gardening life.
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(a waning bud)
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