A prostitute

Everyday I grow flowers of lust,
So that I can quench your thirst.
And to you I sell my soul,
But you call my character foul!
Bed is my place I rule, as you show.
In the bed,do you see my blood flow?
For you only, I fight with my fears,
But you don't bother to notice my tears.
You are still permitted to play with my shape
But at last i request you "Please don't rape"