Wandering in your garden

Wandering in your garden

Wandering in your garden, it's the place I dream to be, looking for your perfect Rose, the one that blooms for me

Wandering up your inner thigh, I arrive at your lacey gate, slowly I pull it aside, it's time to meet my fate

Your grass is kept well tended, it's been looked after with love and care, smooth paths either side, trimmed with a little hair

I run my fingers through your lawn, touch the softness of your grass, run my hand around the back, to stroke your perfect ass

Then I find my treasure, she truly is a perfect Rose, her petals folded perfectly, my desire for her grows

I want to taste her nectar, to sip on her juice real slow, taking time to savour you, is the only way to go

Nothing must be done in haste, the gift of you is rare, so gently I unfold your petals, to find the bud that's waiting there

I put my lips against your velvet petals, you smell like the sweetest Rose, your aroma is so sensual, I take you deep within my nose

Your aroma is intoxicating, I'm put under some sexual spell, I'm so close to heaven, mesmerized by your Roses smell

At last my tongue runs along your path, it devides your Roses lips, I get to taste your juice at last, I slowly start to take small sips

You put your hands upon my head, you've spread your legs real wide, your garden now has welcomed me, so I slide my tongue inside

To me you are the perfect Rose, from this day there be no other, I'll wander in your garden in my dreams, in there I'll be your lover

Ron