In the humid summer night, within her hidden garden her flower blossoms.
With the careful attention and loving touch of a dedicated gardener her flower comes into full bloom.
Her flower’s silky petals, glistening with dew, part slowly, almost reluctantly, revealing the prize within.
Her flower releases its heady scent into the humid night, intoxicating, unforgettable.
Her flower begs to be appreciated, her petals slick and silken as they release their nectar.
Nectar so sweet, designed to be desired, devoured. In the Humid summer night, when each breath feels like it is stolen from the very air.
I will never forget her flower
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6vi9gh/gardener