Tulips, while simple in appearance, offer complications that contribute
to a life long fascination with their many shapes and colors.
It's no wonder the Dutch created an entire economic bubble based
entirely on the tulips' bulbs.
I can easily see how one's mind can get wrapped around
and in the erotic, sensuous shapes of the petals and stamens,
the way a petal feels when it is brushed against the skin.
Never mind Fifty Shades of Gray, the layers of shadow created
by the overlapping colors of flowers, the visits of the bees
collecting pollen, and the delicate touch of a hummingbird's
tongue as its long bill extracts nectar, lend themselves
to hints of pleasure to be obtained, just by imagining
the erotic lives of flowers.
So many otherwise modest people have planted
veritable orgies in their front yards.
3 comments:
Yay for floral porn.
I read that last bit as "vegetable orgies" which probably has connotations that neither of us want to think about.
Yeh, Dive, all those tumescent watermelons, zucchinis, and peppers are just lolling about in the sun, absorbing energy for their midnight romps while humans are asleep. It's good they're hiding under their leaves. Usually. Maybe.
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