Reclining on the garden bench,
leaning on my shoulder,
your eyes intently watch
something, I notice, though,
in my book,I am engrossed.
Taking eyes off the page,
I scan the the fecund garden,
abuzz with bees, chirping birds,
all kinds of hums and songs of life,
spring brings,
and then, my eyes catch
that scene:your object of intense interest,
Two mating birds, in their frenzy of love;
two love struck mandarin ducks, very colorful.
It's in this season they find, their pair,
and give themselves to shameless lust,
gentle tune of their bodies turning,
intense, scorching their *****
You withdraw, feeling shy
on your voyeuristic streak,
which i found out, inadvertently,
*but your eyes, cryptically,
make inquiries to me,
"Interested?" I whisper"Of course'
that sounds like an evil hiss*
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Reclining on the garden bench,
leaning on my shoulder,
your eyes intently watch
something, I notice, though,
in my book,I am engrossed.
Taking eyes off the page,
I scan the the fecund garden,
abuzz with bees, chirping birds,
all kinds of hums and songs of life,
spring brings,
and then, my eyes catch
that scene:your object of intense interest,
Two mating birds, in their frenzy of love;
two love struck mandarin ducks, very colorful.
It's in this season they find, their pair,
and give themselves to shameless lust,
gentle tune of their bodies turning,
intense, scorching their *****
You withdraw, feeling shy
on your voyeuristic streak,
which i found out, inadvertently,
*but your eyes, cryptically,
make inquiries to me,
"Interested?" I whisper"Of course'
that sounds like an evil hiss*
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