Purple Sunrise

Tongue tied
In a sticky mess
of heaven.
Sugar tarts dance
on my delicate buds
In hopes the mother bud
will bloom.
Lovely-the scent of you,
unfolds my mind
into chambers of ecstasy,
each illuminating purple, green and yellow hues.
Just how I feel you.

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