Touch me, touch me not

A touch-me-not amidst a field of sunflowers,

He caressed her, gently, marveling as she furled her whispering leaves.

Her graceful shyness, emeralds against the blazing yellow--

His eyes, unable to drink all of her at once;

He lay in that field of sunflowers,

With such a longing to touch

those pretty little leaves,

once more.

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