Her two lips pink with spring.
Speaking out from under a bush.
full and moist sweet as dew.
Figure Her shape sublime
tilted toward hot summer sun.
Showing her bulbs bright
greeting your simple stare.
Hearts racing so hard
some people might hear.
Her beauty louder than quiet.
Drawing him closer near
wanting to touch, smell, taste.
Her cute petals called to Him
I want to show you my Garden.
Her tulips pink like Spring.
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