When will this battle of wills cease,
Between my body and my mind,
I am still seeking sweet release,
Which by your hands, I cannot find.
All I possess for my defense,
Be my perfect rosebud here,
My predicament furious and intense,
My flora pit against your sharp Spartan spear.
Think husband, for just one moment,
Of the glory of our deaths and this flower,
Its sweet aroma, heaven's scent,
Steeped in Aphrodite's juicy power.
Enjoy now its many pleasures, as all is now your own,
Its full effects on all the senses, thus far, are still unknown.
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