The Garden

It is something about the garden in Beltane you said
The beauty and innocence

Yes you love my garden

You helped plant and water my garden
You leaned in and spoke to my garden
You handled each flower with care
My daises
Your favorite
They came in pairs

I am shy and innocent
But I told you
All the flowers
All for you...only for you

A smile as you watch me bent over
Smelling each one
In the presence of such beauty
Overwhelming desire
Threw me upon the flowers

Touching my soft caramel skin
May each petal caress my body
A familiar feeling
With my hands buried deep in the soil
Flowers did bloom
gasped, yes!
Oh..yes!

Spring came...and so did I

Flip me ´round
Let me see
The sun melting in the sky now
Was it the warmth of the sun on my face
Or flowers nectar
Dripping down
From rosy cheeks
to neck
to soft supple breasts

Feeling the Earth beneath me
I look up
Yearning for more
He knows
I will always be his favorite little flower girl