Chris Carl

Secret Garden Chris Carl

... Elation of my esseence deep within, Wisps between the soft walls of the petal rose Reaches a part that's separate from myself Together and I feel the sweet pain culmination Between my thighs, so deep within that is's still Stopped in the summer mist an orgasm is what I feel., And I watch you touch that little petal so wet with roots so deep That takes the pain and makes it so sweet... When I touch it, I'm amazed at those small hands... Grasping a measure of affections Wondering among the petals without directions Life's culmination rest upon me I awoke from its vigorous dreams Sliding blindly down her beam Sweet sap I tasted in between. Bitter, sweet, and gentle embrace Enticed by love and this bonding fate Fingers entangled together to which this affection we hold Enchanted Spirits in the rings of gold When the children cry and all is well die Fondle a Rose. Rubbing the glass shower doors covered with steam, And your tongue touching my finger tips, The small of your back dips into a firm soft of skin...