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Monocot or Dicot?


Love making

does not involve one taking

something from another,

but sharing something between.

 

A man cannot conquer

a woman’s virginity but

rather she shares with him

a new experience never before shared.

 

Women are 

precious flowers

regardless of if they have

been touched by a man.

 

A woman can never

lose her flower because

she is one herself,

and you can even say she blooms.

 

She blooms,

and grows,

and becomes a new her

as a result of this journey.

 

And just as flowers return new 

and reborn

with the seasons,

so do we.

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