The Garden

Serenity surrounds me.  I observe the beauty of the garden
as the roses gently wave in the breeze, a hummingbird
hovers over their heads.  Entranced, I watch closely
and witness the erotic dance at play between
each flower and the hummingbird.

The flowers move to and fro moving in the wind.
A red rose sways her hips back and forth to
entice the hummingbird to join with her.  I can  
imagine what could be heard and felt in their meeting.
The erotic posturing of her hips as she keeps the hummingbird in sight.

The approach of the hummingbird to the rose, tentative at first,
then moving forward with confidence to address her.
As the hummingbird flutters his wings in rapid succession,
he sends air currents over the velvet petals of the rose.
He teases her by his movements along the edges and curls of each soft petal.

I can almost hear the rose gasp under his soft touch and deepened her red color.
In response she opens and spreads her petals wider, alluring him to great arrousal.
As a eunuch the hummingbird administers to her desire, his
tongue darting in and out drawn to her sensual nectar.
The rose moans deeply in her sexual bliss.

The hummingbird changes his position to raise her sensation,
continuing with the expert use of his tongue.
I watch the rose quiver and can imagine the crescendo of her cries, as
the eunuch remains vigilant to his task.  At last reaching her silent climax, the hummingbird just hovers for a few more seconds as though bidding her farewell.

I can almost see his frustration upon his feather cheeks,
when despite his desire he is unable to release himself into her.
Content on his service to the rose, the hummingbird simply enjoys her nectar then flies off. The rose, fickle as she is, begins to sway,
when she hears the buzz of a bee somewhere nearby.