In My Garden
In My Garden
Fire burning in my soul
churning with the growing old
longing for your lips so fine.
Flowers hang from tender vines
in my garden?
I’ve learned the way to find the love
you may have never known
in valleys of surrender
filled with quiet you’ll remember
in my garden.
Lustful desire is all abloom
as I sing my siren's tune.
But to hear this song I've sung
you must not hesitate to come
in my garden.
Baby, sweetheart, honeypie
let me lick away the cry
and take you to the other side
where we can bide and softly glide
in my garden.
A deep, fond ecstasy is there
for both of us to equally share
two people breathing night's sweet air
with moments of pleasure truly rare
in my garden
9/20/17
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2017
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