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I use the blossom as my guide,
Tracing your lines with its soft petals,
Coating us with its aroma.
The iris runs over your lips,
The taste is bitter and light,
Its texture rough like velevet.
I kiss you immediately,
And share all that I've given to you.
I taste your flower,
And the candy of your lips.
I lightly brush your forehead
And see how deep your brown eyes are,
With the sky-blue of your iris blossom.