This is the moment. I start to open, to blossom, to stretch and preen and bend to welcome you. The moment of touch has arrived and I am eager. My petals uncurl, my lipstick becomes redder and I am ready for the moment of touch.
I am ready to feel, to luxuriate in sensation, to let the rainbows from your fingers make my world divide into bands of color.
Touch. Ahhh. The colors begin to shine!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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