The Garden of Dreams

Closing my eyes
I drifted into a dream
of sensual a garden
laid with beds of flowers
scented with nectar
sweet and clean.

Laying upon the silk’s
of fragile petals
soft sensations penetrated
to desires of needs, to feel.
Gliding my hand
feeling the sleek and smooth
contours, my finger tips
traced buds pink and full.


Tracing trails with a light touch
a subdue moan escaped
into a gentle breeze that stirred.
Lost to moments of desire,
I cried passionate hushed whispers
that echoed within the garden of dreams.
Slumbering beneath the scents of ecstasy
I languished to thoughts of sensual awe.


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