to touch it I must become a moth
wings just dusting
the edges of each leaf
a tease to get you to
open yourself up
even my fingers need to be as gentle
as not to bruise you
more so if I use my tongue
to draw open your
pedals
so that the nectar
flows out
to possess it
to hold it
to taste it
I must become a bee
letting your essence stick to me
collected to make
into honey
not to intolerably
Sweet
least not yet easing you open
like a bud
letting you expose the place
I ache for most
not own just to sample
the taste much more
tender than wine
yet Juice fragile as a
kiss
a touch
a lick
no more
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