Sipping on lilacs, inhaling sins

Steam rises in whisps from whispers

They sound different when the lips turn up

Some sting like wasps, others drip down from her chin

Strawberry juices and nectars, next to her

Pedals bending willfully on skin

Strength of a lotus, don't let it own us

Can we so blissfully compose ourselves?

Wild orchids, bleeding their aroma

Running streams, Rome in the summer

We leap between lilypads, no ripples tell

Like leaves that bow with saturated stems

Kissing the pistils, their fragrant pistols

Sticks to my skin, intimately

Your iris, it speaks louder than gardens

Risk it all to keep these flowers as guardians

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