Excited, she met me at the garden gate
in a sexy, hot, nimble lustful state
every sauntering step provoking temptation
she entices lurid juicy come-hither intentions.
Passing the last manicured flower bed
where secluded, there is an old shed
deep in the plush green secret garden
her alluring appetite to be fed, I harden.
Bent over spread beckoning hips shifting
throbbing hard pushing flood gates lifting, ecstasy


your words paint the picture just as alluring as the prompt. Flows easy off the page you leave no doubt of the ecstasy
5 old applause
