Lovely soft hair covers,
Like thick forests of Amazon,
Protecting the delicate insides.
When touched opens up,
Like a rose in full bloom,
Exposing its beautiful folds.
Lovely pink protrusion inside,
Rises up like a small bud,
While it throbs with excitements.
Sweet liquid slowly gathers,
Like nectar inside a flower,
Filling every pore with moisture.
Has a stem thats elongated,
Like a deep well waiting,
To be drawn as needed.
This flower needs to bloom,
First before being touched,
Or it withers and die.
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