Blooming magnolias. Look at them closely and tell me that they are not the most lustful things you have ever seen. Don’t let the tenderness of their petals trick you. They are wild. They are naked and open to whatever fantasy your dark id dares to spit into your hot, trembling mind. Petals are shamelessly spread showing their heavy, swollen insides, ready to take you in. Morning dew left drops of shining wetness inside. Touch the buds and feel, how they throb. It´s perversive, it´s primal, it´s dark. Approach your face, inhale this rich and feral fragrance of fresh sex they ooze. It reminds you of the pits, lit with purple light where the pungent smell of bodies fills your nostrils and pours down in sweet wetness. It might drive you to the point, where you open your legs so the stranger, who sits in front of you, can see better. It reminds you of that stillness when you kneel…… Read the continuation on the back of the picture.