Jan 27, 2009 23:08
Flower thief
Your hands gently tremble
when you reach for me.
Your breath is rising
And your skin is moist.
A nervous flower thief.
Your fingers surround my core
and slowly you pick me from
my cocoon.
Gently you open my petals
and steal me away.
Mimi Elizabetha.
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