sunshine daisy twirling around
by the pond under summer's ground
many think she's innocent and pure
only one knows how she touches herself
when nighttime falls
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
sunshine daisy twirling around
by the pond under summer's ground
many think she's innocent and pure
only one knows how she touches herself
when nighttime falls
