Flower of Sex.

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I walk upon the meadow maze that is my soul.
Only to discover a flower that stands in a open path.
All of my encompassing pain blows away with the wind.
Leaving me to stare at the flower that contains a world of beauty.

I sit beside it's existence, gazing with innocent wonder and curiosity. I grasp it gently and it's shocking ecstasy instantly steals my virginity. It's stem, soft and velvet, slowly becoming the fingers of a gloved man. Caressing my face warm with the hands of his butterscotch petal skin.

I melt in his tender embrace for his pollen lips are enough to make me surrender. Drowning in the strong but calming essence of lavender that radiates from him. His inner face flourishes and sings the most purest of sounds that one could make. Producing a grown smile that blossoms light into the darkest of corners of my mind.

The flower soon plants itself into his original stage of solid holy ground. Whispering a stable reassuring promise that he can always be re-found. I only have to take another stroll in the garden of my colourful daydreams. And step into the land of poetic imagination,
for that is where he'll forever be.
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An easy euphemism, get it ?

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