You’re prancing around
From flower to flower.
Like our hearts haven’t fucked.
Like our minds haven’t kissed.
You said I made your soul cum.
And now, I wither.
Reeling from it all.
I Am The Flower
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You’re prancing around
From flower to flower.
Like our hearts haven’t fucked.
Like our minds haven’t kissed.
You said I made your soul cum.
And now, I wither.
Reeling from it all.
Sandy Author 