I am the carnation-eater,
lover of the most delicate flower,
the most feminine of blooms.
I consume at every opportunity
her day-renewed virginity.
Anticipation of opening bud,
appreciation of faint fragrance,
enhanced by gentle dewfall.
The moment comes when sunshine
makes her pink folds spring
slowly, parting in sweetness,
each velvet lip peeling back.
She lays bare her inner secret,
freeing more subtle scents.
Oh to tip-nose her with tenderness…
oh to edge-kiss her gently,
and to tip-lick her with care,
round and round the petal-folds.
At last when neither I nor she
can bear the torment any more –
to suck in the whole bloom,
and eat, and eat my fill!
Gold trophy winner
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Just a wee sensual. lol
