I nip your soft bud ever so tenderly during my nightly visits to make you open your eyes, and blush, I love the flush spreading on your cheeks mademoiselle, but you bit my probing lips lovingly hard, it gave me new ideas that you didn't expect me to carry out in presence of morning mist, curious that peeped from outside the limits of this quaint pond. I love the honey seeping out without any effort from my part, I am a blue beetle that loves to smear yellow pollen all over.
Look! your buds aren't soft now, *****, they have become truculent, if they want to rub me wrong do you think, I'll back off? I am game for a tete-e-tete, better now, than later.
A beetle that find cozy warmth within the purple folds of your petals tight, every night; being a lotus you should know what I seek, let's get it together, single-mindedly warm, fragrant, cuddly lover.