Secret Garden

Hands rest on his pale, cream skin,
His eyes like the sky, azure,
Her tongue, as it traces his lips,
Tells the story of love that is pure.

Bodies collide in the moonlight,
Leave the bite marks along his skin,
Guide his hands to her secret garden,
Feel the fire that burns within.

The warmth of her walls on his fingers,
The taste of her only flower,
Her pleasure bounces off the walls,
She's entirely in his power.

Hearts racing as her garden is watered,
Lips meeting in the dark of the night,
Fall asleep in each others arms,
Everything they do is right.