On the shores of fantasies delights
Closing one's eyes, basking in passions felt
Time stands endless in fantasies fields
Gardens blooming the rarest of gifts.
Blooms bursting to taste freedom
Slowly opening to drink in ecstasy
Eagerly anticipating, every fibre vibrating
Waiting for love's velvet touch.
Petals spread ready to envelope the senses
Spring's first kiss, ever satisfying
Soft gentle breezes licking between
Reaching for endless delights.
Copyright © Shannon Deane