She loved her garden, there was
a peace that brought delight,
She would sunbathe in the day, and then read by candlelight.
One particular day there was an engulfing kind of heat,
So she walked into the garden in a silk robe and bare feet.
The sprinkler was on, she dropped her robe to the ground,
Among the beautiful roses that were aligned all around.
As she laid in her chair, drops of water cooled her skin
Suddenly she was yearning with an urge deep within.
She picked a rose from one side, she held it to her chest,
She closed both of her eyes and took a relaxing deep breath
She escaped to her fantasy, a new lover always expected,
And each time she found him, this fantasy was perfected.
Her ultimate satisfaction became his entire devotion.
With the rose from her chest, he traced her curves in slow
motion,
He placed it in her hair, took an ice cube from her glass
Brought it down between her thighs where the ice would melt
so fast.
She squirmed in delight and then she quickly grew numb
The only quick remedy would be from the warmth from his tongue.
With her legs spread open, and her feet up by her hips
He blanketed the coldness, slid his tongue between her
lips,
She moaned so deeply, her heart raced like one in danger,
This ultimate feeling from a complete and total stranger.
Her back slightly arched, on her head a hand rests,
While the other brought pleasure by grasping at a breast.
He skillfully slithered and then her hands clenched to
the side,
Her body quickly stiffened from such a force from deep inside.
She was breathless and weak from such a massive feeling
of bliss,
That he slowly crept up on her, and gave her a long but loving
kiss.
She knew theyd meet again, this passion will never die,
Because in the garden she will come, to relax and fantasize.