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The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress her form like the softest lace, 

As golden rays of sunrise ignite the horizon,
The drizzle dissipates, unveiling a beauty rare,
Each petal a whispered promise, each curve a temptation,
Guarded by layers, a treasure to bare.

Wrapped in outermost petals, a fortress of fire,
She shields her inner sanctum with care,
A chamber of longing, of whispered desire,
Hidden from the world, a passionate lair.

As dawn’s flames grow ever more fervent,
The outermost petals separate, a  movement so frail,
Unfurling like ribbons, a delicate dance,
To reveal intimate grace, beneath the lace veil.

As delicate light caresses her tender form,
The flower’s essence glistens in the morning dew,
A tantalizing necklace adorning her petals,
In the fire’s caress, sparkling like jewels.

Amidst this symphony of scent and sight,
A solitary butterfly, drawn by fragrance’s lure,
Alights upon her, delicate and light,
His touch igniting shivers of passion pure.

With the grace of a confident lover’s caress,
His wings brush her skin with tender care,
Each stroke a whisper, each touch a confess,
Tingling goosebumps , in the morning air.

As the flower yields to his ministrations,
Her petals part, a lover’s invitation,
Revealing her essence, in intimate grace,
In glistening beads of nectar, a sweet libation.

A gentle wind whispers desires,
Stirring the air, causing the flower to quiver,
In anticipation, the butterfly draws near,
His touch intimate, a romantic river.

Traversing from outermost to innermost petals,
His proboscis poised for ecstasy divine,
Each scintillating sip, a lover’s toast,
A union of souls, a blissful entwine.

Amidst the innermost chamber, aroma profound,
Pungent, intoxicating, a siren’s call,
Beckoning the Butterfly deeper, where ecstasy abounds, 
In the flower’s embrace, they enthrall.

With each tender touch, passion ignites,
In the fervor of their love’s embrace,
In nature’s dance, where ecstasy alights,
Two souls entangled, in Gothic grace.

Their union sealed in pollen’s flight,
In the depths of passion, they swoon.
Fertilization complete, in the morning light,
In the garden of desires, love blooms.

As the butterfly withdraws, he rests,
Atop her pulsating petals, a moment to savor,
The taste of their passion, still on his breast,
A lingering essence of love’s flavor.

As the gentle breeze stirs once more,
The Butterfly takes flight,
In the anticipation of future flower encounters,
In the garden of desires, a morning delight.
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