Wanton

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Two red tulips writhe together breezily,
Necking as long swans among the green pond.

The purring Persian laces through my calves
Her lithe gray body softly weaving.

Now the fleeting breeze lifts again, lightly
Teasing loose the dandelion tufts two by two

And tickled from their cleaving they float
Beyond the bulbous tulips, who merely moan.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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