Feathery white petals curl about Frieda’s well foliaged chest nestled in a bed of greens where Joseph buries his face and breathes in the scent of roses and lilies spiced with pepper, muted by the over powering freshness of just picked butter lettuce making him want to eat her. His creation. His garden princess. His […]
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