Delicately she fixes herself,
Opens her virgin folds towards the sun.
Coquettish not—but coy and prudish.
All fascinating; stalked the lustful man...
Mildest her scent, but only at night-
Ravished...
Now spent and trampled on the ground
By those who once admired and yearned
For her once immaculate petals.
Opens her virgin folds towards the sun.
Coquettish not—but coy and prudish.
All fascinating; stalked the lustful man...
Mildest her scent, but only at night-
Ravished...
Now spent and trampled on the ground
By those who once admired and yearned
For her once immaculate petals.
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