In my previous post, the poor little daisy was swamped by sexual innuendo. As you are all aware, I don't hold with erotic shenanigans.
So lets put the unpleasantness behind us, and rest our eyes and minds on something innocent. Here is a lovely Morning Glory.
16 comments:
Wow, that one is even more erotic
Once you've gone purple, you never go back.
malach: Mmmm
pheebs; Oh, indeed.
Oh, I love it. It is at attention, reporting for duty.
Wifey loves my morning glory.
Mmmmmmmmmm, morning glories....
What fortune doth this Cissy Strutt photo bring:
A leaf that can covr a lil purple thing!
Ah my dear readers. You see smut at every turn. And I love you for it.
BuzzBi: Standing at attention, yet lusciously moist & pliant, wouldn't you say?
A.Man: Well, of course she does. We all do.
hereT: double mmmmm. As I was just saying to Angry, we all appreciate - nay, love - a morning glory.
joey:
If purple thing be your heart's great desire
Then lift my leaf and set your heart on fire.
Q: What's the difference between pink and purple?
A: The grip.
wait, wait!
I have a poem for this, written a few years ago.
The jealous rocks mutter early,
in the pearly morning light.
Grow surly now,
sharp words define,
the faults of the morning glory vine,
which twists and turns,
turning divine, the craggy,
crabby space it climbs.
atlas: gaZZINGGGGGG!!! brilliant
colonel: perfect.
Every time I look at this photo, the purple part of the flower looks like a very skinny purple turkey dinner. Or perhaps Max Rebo holding himself like he has to pee. The leaf in the middle divides the legs and those petals (?) wrapped around it look like arms and Max's snout to me.
You know how it is with jizz-wailers.
Wif tremblin hands, I lift th leaf,
Hopin nothin crabbys underneaf.
Don't be tremble don't be fright
You know babe we got all night.
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