Pleasure between the limbs

Little flower of pink roses,
Bloomed at the maiden moment,
She is hiding like a kitty,
and plays the pleasure game;
My fingers try to glide-
The feathers like petals;
Not to hurt her beauty,
I feel the warmth of welcome,
Dews of honey exuding,
Under the fleecy scanty,
Enchanted view of the flower.

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