Up The Garden Path

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Wait for me there,
Up the garden path, 
Take a step, and then another,
Open your arms and then –
Surrender.

Let the vines entwine your wrists, 
Let the cold air caress your lips, 
Allow the rose thorns to tickle your thighs, 
And the shrubs and tall grasses to make you –
Sigh.

Let me take you, standing there, 
Breasts heaving, hot to the touch,
Pushing aside your petals of sex, 
By intruding flesh that’s hard and – 
Erect.

Come for me, 
Let me feel your pleasure, 
Let your juices drip from my balls,
Snake down my leg and eventually –
Fall.

And mine will join yours,
As you shudder and shake,
Leaving my balls empty and dry,
In answer to your orgasmic  –
Cry.

Published 6 years ago

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