Its like Ive been tailored to adorn the aroma of your manliness.
Plucked out of blossoms, much withering.
Wilted,you painted me black and let me bloom into purple.
As we break into tiny orgasmic cravings.And you rub clay onto my metal.
And mold brittle me.I break again into your palm.Just so that I can be held again.
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