CW: Sexual themes, mild language.
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Wilted and stripped with every season,
Naked and bare; you can call it treason.
Secretions of perfume, born to impress,
Shudders with breaths underneath every dress.
Intoxicating; loved like petrichor,
Crave the first whiff of the raindrop you saw.
High on geosmin I bet you adore,
Petals soaked in red-some might call it gore.
Roses of love, roses of desire,
Passion that burns just like in a fire.
Russian culture: crimson is for marriage,
Baby pink for that crush; so disparage...
Yellow threatens jealousy, don't forget.
Always choose the right one-try not to fret.
Choose wrong and your heart will pierce from the thorns,
Love is tricky and you'll fall just like fawns.
Struggle for power, detection of lust,
You're above that hoe, no love as you thrust.
Men in this world have no regard for care,
No romance can spark, it was all a dare.
She fumbles and mumbles over her words,
Because sex is only one of the thirds.
Love and affection is key for her heart,
Just know that she has no time to restart.
Wilted and stripped with every season,
Naked and bare; you can call it treason.
Roses of love, roses of desire,
Passion that burns just like in a fire.
Struggle for power, detection of lust,
You're above that hoe, no love as you thrust.
Love and affection is key for her heart,
Just know that she has no time to restart.
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