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MoonChild Aug 2016
Soft petals opening on a flower.
Showing the shy and delicate flesh between the folds.
Displaying true femininity.
Graciously accepting the honeybees return to ensure that there will always be life to enjoy.
Mutual respect must be present as neither the flower nor honeybee alone can create new life.
MoonChild Aug 2016
Her name is Sarah
And between her legs
A flower.
A Begonia
Lush, Desirable, and Sweet
Beautiful.

Her name is Olivia
And between her legs
A flower.
A Bird of Paradise
Exotic & Captivating, Deep
Beautiful.

Her name Tanya
And between her legs
A flower.
A Calla Lilly
Intuitive, Dreamy, Refined
Beautiful.

Her name is Sumi
And between her legs
A flower.
A Dahlia
Grace, Strength, & Valued
Beautiful.

Her name is Diana
And between her legs
A flower.
A Moonflower
Delicate & Feminine
Beautiful.

My name is Hannah
And between my legs
A flower.
An Azalea
Fragile, Sweet, & Tender
Beautiful.
Used this site for Symbolism:
http://www.universeofsymbolism.com/flower-symbolism.html
Janay Jul 2016
Her name is yoni

            

              The divine who devours.
                   Deep inside of her
                       Lies serenity.
              A gift from the heavens
                   She embraces the
                Power of the universe.
                Through her majestic,
                          Earthiness.
                 ­    A sweet delicacy
                            She is.
                      A tender love
                        she gives.
Pia Feb 2016
I saw him..
He was in busy in a tight look..
I ask him about his hurry...
He says...
It was very tight...
It have two doors..
Juice, come from the door...
It feel like home..
Some sell what is between the door..
It is not a mystery..
I confused...
Then he touch mine and push..
I feel happy-pain..
He says..
Men is from that...
And women is from women..
*** is a great experience.. As soon as possible try to experience it...
Sam Hain Jun 2015
It feeds and grows within the host;
It stretches the skin and swells the belly;
It dwells as warm as buttered toast,—
This toothless pulp of genes and jelly.
It soils the lair in which it lives
And wallows there within the waste;
And not a single **** it gives
That *** is an ever-present taste.
It sickens her and spends her strength
And causes her, the host, dismay,
Till it outgrows its den at length
And exits in a dreadful way.
And where the creature takes its leave
Is almost too terrible to believe.

O.O
is like ******, the agony ***** at its ****** time.
A qoute.
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