She collects herself from the water and towels off , after her lotions and oils have dried, she wears this pretty pink rosebud, adorning her hips, my eyelids stuck on her thighs.

She smiles at me with the passion of a woman with grace and gratitude, giving rise to my already strong urge to please her, infinity, her gift to me, more than she already knows.

Her petals adorn her, with thorns, and I wish to give her more water, more color, the chance to have more life to grow.

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