My Passion Flowers (and fruits)

I
love it
when you blush…
right before I bite
you.

 

my passion flowers
under the feel of summer
warming up my ink

 

do not bite,
love, wait a bit
to taste me

 

Yep, my garden is probably in lust. But who can blame her (yes, my garden is definitely a girl, I can tell)? I mean, look at that strawberry, blushing for all to see. And what can I say about the passion flower?

 

Budding and Blooming and Fruiting and… BDSM?

Plants are wild, wild fun…

…a soul will never drown in boredom or despair or loneliness, if said soul slows down enough to listen to the song of a leaf that knows how to touch the sky without letting go of her roots.

 

chayote… getting a bit grabby (while drinking up the evening sun)

 

passiflora… budding happily (I counted at least 9 soon-to-be-blooms)

 

strawberry… blooming so prettily (and showing off her rain-jewels)

 

tomato… fruiting and blooming at the same time (the show off!)

 

dearest chayote… tendrils practicing BDSM in the urban wild? I wonder what the leaf’s safeword might be… Do you care to guess? Go on, guess— plants delight in spreading the fun. Really, I’ve asked… between songs.