In the garden
On the banks of
The flooded river
They sit in a sea of
Blood red tulips,
Share poems of
Surrounded by Mol's taut
Bodies, every nymph sculpted
With firm tiny tits and legs ready for
The dance, last rays of a rare spring day
Dance for the spring starved women,
Shadowing words like pubic wings
And hymens laid open, un-
We can now.
Swim with Leo's beauties
In the pond in the yellow-tuliped
Lake by the banks of the gushing river
And giggle like we did once.
Let us offer up a chorus to
The sun and to love,
To yellow and to
A wonderful poem for spring, good imagery and very sensual.
Thank you Anthony :)
This poem is a song. I want to sing... now if I could think of a tune. Thanks for the beauty and celebration.
I just love the depth and diversity of your imagination...always a new trip every post
So glad you enjoyed! Thanks..
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