She was as delicate as a flower
But he plucked her with brutality
For he did appreciate her sensual nature
He just wanted to satisfy his needs
He treated her with rough and ready hands
She could only submit to his whims
At least that is how it seemed
But she smiled knowing she was exploiting him
But he was to brusque and arrogant
And to ignorant to know
That as he plucked her innocence
She was the one exerting control
Demanding more and more
Until he could take no more
Then she stood up straight stepped over him
Laying prostate and exhausted on the floor.
That was the last time she let him pluck her fragrant delicate blooms.
fauxcroft 
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