Pubic Hairs of a Flower near Sheep Meadow

Like the fresh Garden of Eden no sins are permitted with a small child.
And though the though of it is sick in this desperately original age, we must try out new foods and all of us should move on as we learn a little.

A man with leathery skin carefully transfers a flower from store-bought potting soil to the raw earth of a meadow in a park in a great city of the world and the first buds of sensation and pleasure bring joggers to stop and sleepers to consciousness. Opening a lip-licking eyelid, each realizes the beauty and primps her and grooms her.

With too much attention from the vicious lust of strangers, her leaves do need sunlight and don’t need so much pruning. When the pedals are less bright and too droopy and pollen stolen by beers, the leaves can finally grow bushy, but time’s almost done.