First blossom
Dewy petals lay before me, I'm desperate to take a sip, I move in a little closer, i place her petals to my lip
Her softness is so beautiful, she has the scent of a Rose, I'm now close enough, she's brushing on my nose
I begin to kiss her gently, like I was kissing a tender cheek, I slide apart her petals, to take a little peek
Glistening before me, her bud covered in her essence draws me in, she looks like a innocent, who's never tasted sin
My tongue breaks her virtue, she has now been had by sin, from Angel to Devil her transformation can begin
With each lap innocence falls away, this was after all her first time, she could tell by my tongues technique, it wasn't mine
Honoured she gave me her flower, I didn't rush, I took my time, making a memory to cherish, the night I made her mine
THE KINKY POET