It was his practice
To engage in this pleasure
By crawling up the path
That divides her English Garden
To the smoldering welcome
That always awaited him
All the while bathing
In her fragrance
That joined with his sweat
Creating the dew
Of pure sensuality
He abandoned long ago
The overly manicured yards
For her wild and lush land
It is his pleasure
To engage in this practice
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Comments are on the poetry and it's principles
Comments
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A ring of clasical
I can feel a ring of classical in this well written poem. It is full of emotion. I really like the last seven lines as they create a vivid picture in a unique way.
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Well crafted words
lol
As a child i would love the fragrance of the flowers and garden paths.
May be paint the beauty in the dew drops too.
Salutes and congrats.
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