Up The Garden Path
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 m...