A flower fussed her scent in the vast of a drought field.
Craving to lure an amusement that surely will strengthen her built.
Leers peculiarly to subjected attraction yet moans an impassioned lilt.
She naively guarded herself with her own thorns to feel the comfortable guilt.
Stagnant cycle of season slithers past her unascertained heed.
Leaves, petals, and even her stigma flourished brightly to be curtsied.
Rattled by edginess by mused idea of affection grunts harder to concede.
Utterly unaware with those luxuriant insects who meanders around quite honeyed.
Kismet turned dearly frazzle as her stack’s delusion and realization bleaks to morose.
Professed stipulation to weave off shadiness of other insect to propose.
Her gorgeous blades started to cloak as her desire substantially discompose.
Hatred consumed her entire sense that even her resented fragrance fizzles as overdose.
A moment clinched as she confined herself while lurking inside her sepals.
Felt…
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