I love the flow of your summer dress
in the late day warm breeze
pushing soft fabrics over smooth legs
leading up in perfect curves
to smooth mounds of forbidden gardens
of flesh and sin and lust and love
and I die just a little at the thought
of planting kisses underneath
the cloth that lifts so easy
to expose the flesh I want to soil
with eager fingers and slippery tounge
to undress your soul without taking off
that summer dress I love so much
that hides the beauty of your universe
from eyes that don't belong to me
and we are blind know
in this place
in the fading day
and cooling breeze
and I die a little more
kiss by kiss
and moan by moan
As my fingers tend
and tounge plants
seeds of sin
and dreams of love
in the garden you keep
below your summer dress