Anticipation
By Sharon
My petals quiver with anticipation of thy assualt to end this frustration they open to you with moist delight take them now, Master of the Night! Our garden bed is strewn with lust Thrilling me with each naked thrust Though you rake me with desire You will not stop this flow of fire Come end my wanton lustful need Pluck both vine and sensual weed As I seek you on bended knees Take this seed of pleasure please When we’ve supped our stem and flower We shall rest in this lover’s bower Lovers in this garden we till Lovers now, ever still. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 07:58 PM PST 0 • 16
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"My petals quiver with anticipation..."