A Wildflower

By Ja'Cara M

 


    A WILDFLOWER

Intro: Take a glimpse of what a flower thinks about its owner and how it can relate to human relationships. 

A flower can be seen as gentle and elegant. Without a simple flaw that can ever make them ugly. Even if that flower loses a petal or two, people still find it pure and beautiful….

Beautiful and Pure is what they call them, but in reality, every pretty face has its downfall. Yes, a flower is pretty but there are reasons why some are called ‘Wild’. They think about desire, and they think about lust. They want their owner to shower them with water and make them very ‘wet’. They want to be soaked by their owner so they can never be dry. 

They want to feel their body heat intertwine. To feel that rush of having them close. A flower needs the heat of another to grow and become purer and more beautiful. And their owner loves them even more. To the point where they cannot keep their hands off of them. They want to rub, glide, and stroke their flowers until that warmth overcomes them. They really do love their flowers and care for them until death do them part.

But the most common thing a flower must have is ‘wild’ dirt. That’s right, the owner must get dirty, and I mean very dirty. To dig down deep into their roots and pull any impure weeds from them. Those weeds are painful when you first pull them but soon it will become easier to handle as time passes. Those weeds will make you hotter from all the work of pulling them. Then from all that hard work and sweat, you both will become so wet. So wet, that it will be hard to resist the urge to attack one another.

Those wildflower vines wrap around you with force. Pulling you closer to it and your bodies dance in an intense tango. A battle to win one another over, plowing into each other with force. This flower is wild but so is the owner. They both scream at the essence of coming together as one. The flower blossoms and the owner glows tonight as taking care of the Wildflower deed is done…. for now.

Until the proper care is needed again. The distance between the flower and owner shall make them grow as one and deepen their desire for one another again. This flower is beautiful and pure but when you truly look at it...this flower is not called a Wildflower for a reason. 

“Come on, make me a wetter owner.” the flower whispers over and over. 

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