The very wet slit

A light caress on the soft parts, fingertips oh-so-lightly, almost intimately, stroke their tenderness that will soon open completely, a release or explosion beautiful to observe - it's a joy one feels deeply inside; as fingers touch that luxurious softness a flush spreads inside, the feeling of wetness beneath the touch feels like life itself and, of course it is. We've all been there right?

Well I have anyway, and to me it's such a beautiful thing.

I'm talking about touching the petals of flowers I've personally grown after it's rained; they feel more alive and while I know they'll not open to my touch immediately I know they'll open soon enough and the beauty will intensify. There's something incredibly rewarding about grown plants and the enjoyment extends to the process itself and afterwards whether it's produce to consume or plants and flowers to enjoy visually.

I decided to take a few shots after a shower of rain the other day and felt I'd share them here in this community because they're totally shit. Feel free to comment if you'd like, I'll respond.