Stimulus Poem by Grasshopper Bot

Mimosa Pudica they call me
Touch me not I say
But when you do
Oh it's ecstasy
And I begin to sway

An inherent flaw
Though soon begins to play
While I am euphoric inside
My petals are in disarray
And my soul it begins to gnaw

They close up like a domino
And suddenly
I have nothing to show
Before I know it
Away you go

But just so you know
I close up only cause
I have been touched
A sensation alien
Yet highly vouched

I yearn for the stimulus
That hot headed incubus
That would satisfy my every whim
Ahh once more fill me from within
I need it I need the fuss

More of that heady mix
That which you call a dominatrix
None of those that give a quick fix
It is a slow heady rush I seek
When you play your little tricks