My Garden ...

Ivory

Take my hand, let me lead you,
soak up the beauty that surrounds you.
Enter my garden...

Watch my flower bloom

With the mere sight of you.
The beauty of rain drops;
Glistening on the petals.
Your hands appreciate its softness,
Gently you caress them with your finger tips

Inhale sweet smells;
my fruit, rich and succulent.
Ruby red colored cherries
prominently displayed for your enjoyment.
Touch,
Let the softness linger on your lips.
Nibble,
Tease yourself with a taste,
the smile on your face tells me
you'll return to this place.

Indulge in the pleasure you find,
what I offer you is yours,
Come explore;
I will always invite you back inside....
My garden. 

  • Author: Ivory (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2018 05:37
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 49
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Comments3

  • willyweed

    sounds very nice and some what hot in your garden nice write ww

  • willie mojave

    I always love gardens, especially on cold, winter days.

  • Goldfinch60

    May your garden always bloom with love.



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