My cubicle at work is decked out with 8×10 framed pictures of flowers. Given the exceptionally sterile nature of my office, the photos are a genuine hit. But it’s been two years and the initial mania about Meredith’s flower photographs has long subsided. Luckily, a timely trip to Longwood Gardens over Easter yielded dozens of choice floral pics with which to replace them.
The one pictured below I really like, but I nixed the idea of hanging it in my cubicle. I’m hoping people can immediately see why, because otherwise I feel slightly silly for saying that this is a downright lewd photograph of a flower.
It’s botanic cheesecake, pollen porn, floral T & A. This is one carnal posy.
Lewd Flower
