Garden Of Enchantment
Your words are the breath that I breathe
tonight I dream a little dream with you
consumed with desire and need
fresh,
wet and new.
Ripe,
succulent,
delicious to the taste
hunger deep and powerful,
your fruit sweet
I devour without haste,
lips seeded into the depths of wonderful.
My night engulfed with the ecstasy of fulfillment
dreams entangled in beauty,
I am delirious with fever
drawn into your garden of enchantment.
Your skin,
the soft folds of petals
your scent,
the freshness of a rose
your flavor,
that of a new bloom
I have it all,
this night under the moon.
© BRIAN GLENN