Double Entendre

The garden's ripe
The soil rich and deep
A secret is buried
With promises to keep
The plowshare gleams
Its thrusting shining blade
Turning the earth
Where seeds were just laid

A heavy rain
A soaking welcome flood
Quenching the thirst
Of burgeoning green wood
The tender shoots
So fragile and so small
Reach for the sun
Responding to its call

A gentle hand
Knows just where to press
Unlock the blooms
In sweet responsiveness
The petals part
A sweet fragrance released
A hidden beauty
Finally appeased

The harvest nears
The fruits plump and round
A symphony of pleasure
Can be found
From gentle touch
To passionate embrace
Lifes sweetest nectar
Flowing without trace