The Seed

A bouquet shares the remnants of a seed, well nourish, cultivated, and anointed by the heavens. The mysterious light penetrates the crystals we view with and dance its way around the grooves so we can see the miraculous beauty that has transpired. The wind pushes the marvelous aroma through the tiny canals, tickling the senses so the sweet smells fixates the thought by reason, and the tiny follicles begin to drip in anticipation as arms wrap around soft flesh and soothing warmth, gravitate inward until lips press against each other and it all begins once again. :heart:

Reviews

[Emily B]

very nicely put together

[TL Boehm]

ooh, not quite what I expected at the end there, but well done - beautiful imagery and a nice sensuality about it