Begnonia Venusta
I am the flower of the spring season opening, fields
You are the sting bee, craving fingers for my yield.
You can suck my nectar with all freedom in hues
Don’t be the moon, melody or the blood and mew
Be a Christmas carol in muse but don’t break me.
Jack/off\ all-master: Not me walk away proceed.
I am the sun afire at dawn you the dispersing dew.
Flower to a few pleasure for all who love me.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2008
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