Little Bang Theory

When You Say “Bud…” February 13, 2011

…I think of flowers.

Yeah, I know, I just got my ass kicked out of the Real Man’s Club, but ask me if I care!

Anyway, flowers float my boat.  Blame it on the testosterone, but I find them sensual, even sexual, in a way which I would never admit to a stranger.

Good thing we’re so close, eh?

Ahem.

Lest you doubt my view of the Flower World, I present as evidence these shots of the Amaryllis blooming in our kitchen.

Exhibit A, the red folds of a petal worthy of a kiss:

…Lips beckoning you to come inside:

…deep inside, surrounded by beauty:

This might just be proof that God is a man.   Or maybe a lesbian.

Hey, we report, you decide!

There’s more than one bud swelling here tonight…

…and one flower fully open:

These warranted a trip to the textile store for a few yards of black backdrop, which you’ll surely be seeing more of now that I have it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to take a nice cold shower.