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a flower unfurls

you dared. 
the night ruby.
tight furled and guarded 
by fangs lined
green and brown.

you came.
a delight in 
in light unwrapping 
moistened by 
drops of a
dawn that rolled
your curves.
shimmered in
your folds.

you held.
on my 
darkening bleed, spoilt
and drying hard,
on your soft
vermilions.
prick, holding 
you too tight.

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