.
.
Don’t you want
To brush
A curious finger
Across my soft petals?
Let your nose
Be guided
By
My vibrant fragrance?
Aren’t you,
Tempted, to step
One step closer
To my carnivorous heart?
While, with
A thousand
Tender tendrils,
I strap myself
Onto you?
I’ll only
Warn you once…
Don’t you dare
Come any closer!
Meek attempt at Fandango new Story Starter Challenge.
Cyranny's Cove 
This poem is amazing. All I could think of was a Venus Flytrap. Both meanings.
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Awww thank you so much Marla! I am glad you got the feeling I was trying to paint out 🙂 xx
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So, you are a master of innuendo and I am not just some dirty minded reader! Finally! 🤣😂🤣
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Mouahahahahahahahaha Thank you for the compliment 😉
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You’re very welcome! Thank you for always giving me an outlet for my very dirty mind 🙏💜
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Always a pleasure Marla 😉
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…said the spider to the fly! Well crafted.
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Wow. This is so beautiful! 🙂
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I love this poem, wonderful imagery.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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great take Cyranny! I loved it! ❤
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