When I see a field of wildflowers swirling with the passage of honeybees and grazing grasshoppers, I see a vast flowery orgy. Cunt-blossoms yawning in the sundappled plain with wide spread calyx thrusting colorful ejaculation of stamen dust onto the furred abdomens of apis streaking the blue sky. Waving in the rain, swaying in the chinook wind, nodding drooping in the moonlight, whoring pollen. A vast wildflower field of fucking.
