‘Luscious vines of lusting flower. Twirling stems of bursting power.
Twisting round past blooming fire; through wild seeds of jewelled desire.
Powdered dust on breeze so fleeting; carried away by thrumming beating.
Humming soft those glistening wings; upon pollen filled air you hear them sing.
Their secret sound so beautiful to hear. A whispered kiss upon seeking ear.
Hidden with petal; a camouflaged mutter. A cunning fox in blooming flutter’.
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