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By BIGDADDY Submitted by BIGDADDY Date: 2003 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.01.01.24.4396]] |
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Somewhere in the desert, Nestled amongst the cacti, Between the mountain peaks. There lies a place where happiness, Is grown and cultivated. The woman who tends this garden, Bronzed of skin and hair of coal, Hands that caress and spirit that heals. She reaches down and takes my hand. She leads me to a place of comfort, So as I may know content. Gathering past experiences from between the rows, Weeding them away, So life may continue without trauma. As she leans down, Her hair falls forward, The beauty and majesty of her talents, Lay gently at her feet. She moves between the rows, Surveying the quality, Finding ways to improve the base. I grab her softly around the waist, Lift her softly towards my chest. I embrace her, as if life was to stop. Gazing into her eyes, Realizing the love and care, Pouring from her soul. My lips cover hers, Our tongues dance, Her leg advances up mine, Grabbing her face, The fire now races. With a sigh and a breath, An unspoken word. She has tilled the soil, Planted the seed, Watered it, Loved it, Whatever it would need. I look up with my roots firmly planted, I see her reach down, Her hair falls forward, She is reaching for me. Planted in the garden..... Here in the Goddess Garden, Where life starts over. Lonna, Loving you till all the stars burn out! |