The gardeners job

The gardeners job  
 
The gardened moves up your path, he stops at the gate of lace, he doesn't dare open it, without the look of approval on your face  
 
With your smile he continues, he pulls the lace gate wide, it reveals to him your garden, its glistening beckons him inside  
 
He checks out your perfect lawn, it's always kept so neat, then he looking at your Rose, it's so beautiful, soft and sweet  
 
He gently strokes your petals, they quiver to his touch, he puts his lips upon them, he loves her so very much  
 
He kisses her soft petals, he hears your tender sighs, he feels you tilt your head back and now you close your eyes  
 
He begins to tend your Rose, he treats her with love and care, you are at your happiest, when your gardeners there  
 
Watering your precious Rose, he covers her in a loving dew, she shines in the moonlight, he feels so good to you  
 
With your petals parted, he licks and probes your flower, sending waves if ecstasy through you, each minute lasts a hour  
 
Passion and hunger run wild, through your heart and soul, to give you sexual pleasure is your gardeners only goal  
 
To take care of your Rose, to watch her blossom through the night, is the only aim of your gardener, let's hope he does it right  
 
Ron