There’s a substance which I desire tucked within a velvet floret. Intoxicating in it’s design.  It’s delicate petals moistened by dew, turning a blushed hue. Radiating as if set on fire beckoning for me to spread it apart, exploring treasures inside. Savoring sweet nectar with gentle lips and soft tender licks. Until that flower creams in efflorescence. Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/floret