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  I've viewed your garden...

yearned for it's sweet fruit

and open blossom.

watched you walk in beauty,

lay with you in naked passion

as the soft unfiltered light caressed

and kissed the rising of your breasts,

and with every sigh my passion swelled

as I sought your comfort in a dream...


I've explored each mound, each crease and trough,

feasted on your luscious fruits.

drank deep and thirsty from your well,

drifted down your velvet mossy vale.

I sought your open petal lips,

glistening moist with welcome dew,

I parted them with a greedy touch,

as fingers in a honey pot pursue

the nectar rich, deep sweet rewards within.  

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