Tag: Pistil

• Sex Outside My Door

  I walked out my front door yesterdayAnd the scent of sex clapped me full in the faceI looked around to spy the sourceHalf-expecting a cassanova crouching in the bushesAll I found was a shrubCovered with pink coquettes‘Looking for a good time?’ it asked me‘Uh, maybe,’ I said‘Well buzz on over here and give us some…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  March 8, 2022

  Nature, Poetry, Santa Rosa, Sonoma County

  California, California Poppies, Moon, Pistil, Sex, Shrubbery, Stamen, Wasps