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Nectar
I ventured into her secret garden
drawn by her ripe fruit
Hanging heavy and swollen
On swaying boughs
Waiting for her open blossom
tempted by that honey sweet
dripping nectar...
There my tongue could dance
and delve between the Moist petals
Of her sprawling rapture.
drawn by her ripe fruit
Hanging heavy and swollen
On swaying boughs
Waiting for her open blossom
tempted by that honey sweet
dripping nectar...
There my tongue could dance
and delve between the Moist petals
Of her sprawling rapture.
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