Garden Door,

Tuberose perfume lingered into the morning.
A date palm cut to weep sugar.
The vase that caught it's tears would turn them to wine.
He gave her a ranunculus flower.
She kissed him before the open door.
A carpet of royal purple heliotrope below their feet.
Leonurus cardiaca grew thick around the home.
The almond tree blossomed while still bearing fruit.

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Take that internet!
Into the well of porno in this fatfur category I cast this charming and innocent offering so that people of any age can enjoy it.
The erotic still be there too, you just pad it out with symbolism so that people only grasp it as their wit and maturity have equipped them to do so.
That's how it was done in classical art and I'm gonna play it that way too.

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Coffee: just look at those two they aren't even trying to hide it any more.

Ya'smeen: you're such a silly girl, stop imagining things.

Coffee: they aren't leaving much to the imagination, guess he's into that.

Ya'sameen: Plum is just sweet to every body. You don't know anything about how adults work.

Coffee: I am a grow up.

Ya'sameen: a statement that proves my point.