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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
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
Published 4th Sep 2021
Author's Note
To tend her garden well. Is the gardeners job
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4th Sep 2021 1:15am
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4th Sep 2021 7:54am
Agree gardening metaphors make awesome read. Thanks for this poetic trip up the lady garden.
4th Sep 2021 8:16am
