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.
