make your move

bite me… taste me… —
[at absolute];

make your move…

intense moans, —
[provoke me];

my flower haunts and begs
for your heavenly butterfly;

my pleasures' swarms, —
[grab them];

my colors, —
[squeeze them...] [deep];

my zenith is your energy, —
[consume it];

I want your playful bud
to incite my fragrance;

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