GARDEN

When the sun shines bright,
sparkles on your hair can be seen;your shimmering eyes capture the light rays inside them;as you open them you send them out again..

Your lips are like the forbidden fruit in this perfect garden called “your face”;
it is mature,inviting me to taste it..but at the same time raw,as my feelings towards you.Once I’ve felt the taste of it ,everything will change.And most importantly?
I will not be able to stop myself any more…
Your nose?Aw that small gem,protected in the center of your beauty;
so precious and small ,fragile and necessary for your existence..

This garden…this garden,I shall watch but never touch;carefully and attentively cover it within my two hands;water it with kisses and caresses;tender feelings surrounding it,
being the juice that will feed its growth.

Your light rays may be focused on someone else’s garden,but mine are yours;necessary for your garden to grow.That is my pleasure and obligation.I will pass on you my warmth,my sweet air breeze..

Let your fruit be touched softly by the right gentle wind,like a feather..
and your gem,caressed tenderly like the finest silk.

You are my sun behind the moon…an eclipse