Content notes: nipple play, cunnilingus In the garden Atelai a Rose will grow there, by and by,and bring such Beauty to the placewith petals curled in blushing grace to remember you and I as we once were.
A poet, and a writer, who, with many dreams, and plans to brew,both had need of an escape to somewhere green, where they could shapeand mold their words, which had gone astray.
“Calm down, now,” I heard you sigh.“The words will come here, by and by.”I smiled and said, “The words are late,they promised to meet at half past eight.Perhaps there’s traffic, or a train delay.”
You laughed, and then our eyes did meetand something deep, profound and sweetgrew in me so rapidly that I gasped, and spilled my teaonto the garden floor of stone and clay.
As I knelt, you caught my eye-“The air will dry it, by and by.”And then your hand reached out for mineand pulled me up, fingers entwined and held me there with firm security.
My body felt electrified,clarified, intensified! Before I stop...
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