Truest, realest
Desire.
Flying, soaring
Reaching for you
All my attention
Maybe my heart
Escalating
Desire, desire, desire.
I would be
So happy
Just to be
Wholesomely yours.
Your little girl
Your pretty flower
Selectively,
Lovingly,
Plucked.
Oh, give yourself
Wholesomely
to me.
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