Epiphany for a Lover

You blossomed flower—you petal of beauty—your body is an ornament to adore—your lips part like flowers—how sensuous it is to kiss them—how gorgeous is your hair as black as the night—your breasts are monuments of passion—your orifices are melting honey.

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