The Flower Teacher (Garden Virginity)

In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.

The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.

The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.

The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.

As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.

The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.

Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.

Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.

The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.

Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.

Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.

Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.

Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.

Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred. 

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