Words the gardener whispers, as a sleeping blonde woman snuggles at her side.
Such soft tendrils of blonde
Draw from me your pleasure
Use your fingers, lips and tongue
that brush so lightly across my breasts
True warmth you coat me
my body with your moans
for my existence you truly own
Unhurried passions, endless delights
I am, but your to command
I have but one request
Enter me, consume me, release me
in this storm, let souls unite