Monday moaning: Wishing well ... Sensual poetry (Picture poem in prose)

Ductile touches slowly awaken your senses

Senses that awaken the passion within

Seducing you pink petals to slowly unfold and reach out to me

After closure, I stop and smell the pungent aroma of the wishing well residing between the softness of your petals.

A smell that thoroughly excites the passionate-lust within me

My lips part, my tongue extend then lay in your well water so it can bath in its warmth until its palate is full of your water sweet-tart flavor.

Then slide the hardness of my lust down your well-wet corridor.  

And make our wishes of being loved by that special someone come true.

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