I could smell the poppies before seeing them. Sans doute, one species of the family gives the whole group an addictive aura. So, my anima was alive with memory of selfless service and venerable verses when beholding brilliant blossoms.

          I was coming among them, yet, others were cumming amid them. The lesbians' accessories suggested typing, not trysting, but a warmth and wonder of their union aroused me adoringly. When they sensed me, rather than surprise, they secreted sensuality and sorority. They welcomed me into their gardens, allowing me to unpeel petals, inhale essences, and be sated by their sultry sepals.