The sun is streaming through my windows... I hear the cheerful chirp of a robin nearby... Content in my bed, I snuggle back in. The sound of morning commuters passing by begins to ring in my ears... And lustful thoughts of another bed flow through my mind.
I crack open one eye, 7:00. It's not too late. If I get up right now I might be able to catch them. An early morning interlude would be a nice way to start the day. I have been trying for weeks. Leaving the house early in the morning only to be disappointed by the absence of my partner. But something keeps me coming back for more. Surely I will not be stood up again? Flush with anticipation I throw back the covers. Creeping around the house, I quickly check my hair, throw on my overcoat, grab the rubbers and go.
The cool morning air kisses my skin and puts color in my cheeks. Dew glistens like the glint in my eye. The meeting place is just ahead. We are all here. What a glorious sight! So lush and full, sprawled over the bed. I sneak in, pausing a moment to collect myself. One reaches out to invite me in and we become entwined...
For the past several weeks I have been beckoned to the garden early in the morning by a golden glow of squash flowers. Arriving heady only to find a gaggle of overzealous males with nary a female in sight. Alas, maybe tomorrow. Every morning the same thing. Just a bunch of dudes standing around with their chests puffed out with no lady to impress. Sex should not be this hard. And last I recall, was actually fun. This is beginning to feel like work.
Then this morning, there she was...
Coyly hiding amongst droves of eager men. I coaxed her out from her leafy cover and introduced her suitor.
The next few images are rather graphic, you may want to shoo away the children. Peeling back the petals, I exposed her mate in all his glory.
Time to do the deed. Gently presenting him to to her, I transferred the pollen from one to another.
Now all I can do is cross my fingers, wait, and go back to bed for a smoke - if I smoked.