I want your tulip
Planted on my two lips
Root you to my face
Insert my tongue into your nether space
Stimulate the folds
Keeping you in my wanton hold
Lick and nibble the tiny bud
Bringing the Bartholin’s glands to suds
Your blossom opening, grinding on my teeth; lips; tongue; and nose
Your flesh like silky petals, my desire for you grows
The suds, your nectar, froth upon my tongue
Sweetening the air entering my lungs
Your tulip has consumed me
The smell, the feel, the taste
I want to endlessly pleasure you
Transmuting your pollen to paste.
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