Venus.

Black Iris (1926) By Georgia O'Keeffe 

Hey my luscious Venus, pumped with life, where Grey turn into

pink, i lick those pulsating lips, i rub u harshly to generate life.

i smell ur fresh garden, where Grey resist the pink. 
As u shall not stay deserted, i will be visiting you with my fingers, those sharp nails,

and my wet tongue lick you till you breath thru my wetness queen of lust till U leak the juice of desire. 

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