supple petals budding

The thick bulge of her labia reminded me of Donna, another model I had worked with years and years before. Soft swells of furry flesh forming a frame around the supple petals budding forth from the shaded crevice between. I had never forgiven Donna for the way she left me. I had never understood how she could leave.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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