You open your eyes and you aren't sure...was it all a dream, was the flowers of the garden the ones caressing your body and leaving their deep scents on your skin?
But your body are telling otherwise, it aches after going through the passion's twisting and grinding when conquering an all love craving octopus.

When the frogs in the pond became silent
the crickets too stopped their insane songs,
and the cool breeze was holding its breath
when the garden heard the softly of moans
from a woman that was intimately touched
with a gossamer caress that tinged her soul.

Sweat moisture on your trembling upper lip
as expecting another kiss, a promising more,
my hand was gentle grabbing flesh on the hip
as exited nipples like hungry eagle’s talons
wanted with feverish lust to rip open my chest
with glazed eyes in deep skies you were lost.

The grass was a luxurious green emerald bed
and had a canopy from the old oak on loan so
the curious moon couldn’t spy us from above
as I cover your naked body, like Eros I was
entering like a thirsty man in a water well
into the deepest and warmest of your love.

The sharp smell of dawn pulled my eyelids open
violet hues over the horizon, no one yet moves,
stretching, a gust of wind gave me a shudder as
my extended and empty arm told me I was alone,
but I had the scent of your body all around me
an erotic, feminine perfume clinging on my bones,
you had me inside, until your scream of pleasure
scared the night away and the moon was gone.