To go in for a sensation
But receiving an unexpected kiss
Tenderness, to the utmost extremity
And the smell of all this... perfection
And I open my eyes, slowly and even slower
Like a feeling of the sexual kind
The colors are the same as petals surrounding a soft peach
In and out I go for this sensation
Breathing harder every time
Time slows for this moment for everything else seems unimportant
For tis my first time, smelling a flower
But receiving an unexpected kiss
Tenderness, to the utmost extremity
And the smell of all this... perfection
And I open my eyes, slowly and even slower
Like a feeling of the sexual kind
The colors are the same as petals surrounding a soft peach
In and out I go for this sensation
Breathing harder every time
Time slows for this moment for everything else seems unimportant
For tis my first time, smelling a flower
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