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her soft petals curled open
the nectar drops released themselves clinging to her edges

till the last pull of gravity won its persistent gentle cajoling
the scent filled the air surrounding her
exotically hypnotic drawn like a moth 

it was at this moment his lips brushed her tendrils
and drawn in, he drank deeply till drunk with erotic love.