Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Garden Erotica 2.0

Garden Erotica 2.0

 It is time for the annual poem.

Gardens at Waters East

So many ladies
So little time.

     Clothed  only in beauty.
What better way to get your “creative juices” flowing.

It gets hard
Trying to satisfy them all – all the time.
Each one gets a break
But not me!
Called from one to the other – then yet another
Exhausting - -
That’s putting it mildly!

Each one vying for attention
     A look
     A touch
     A sensitive word of love
It is a rivalry flush with excitement.

Never it seems
Are the ladies satisfied – completely satisfied.
I try and I try even more
It’s hard.
Really hard on me.

Too much of a good thing
     Gets exhausting.
Sometimes I want to scream to the heavens and sky above,
“Give me a break”.

When I was younger
I thought – ladies wherever one looks – WOW
It can’t get better than that.
The life of every young man’s dreams.
Oh, how foolish I was.

With all the ladies I service,
It’s hard
Really hard on me.

It must be easy having only one.
Giving her your all
          Undivided attention
          Focused admiration
          Total commitment
Forsaking all others.

My dream for old age is
     A condo
     A patio
     A little pot
That would be the “good life”.
Not so hard
I could live with that.

But for now,
     I need them all
     Would like even more.
They let me know
     In words never spoken
     That I do keep them all – every one
     Satisfied and alive.

Maybe I’m cursed
     Having so many.
But if it’s a curse
     I like it!

On my hands and knees
     More than I care to recall –
          Or care to share.
Bent down over you my lady near,
     Steamy and hot
     Sweat dripping from my forehead, nose and all,
     Heat of the moment
     Falls onto your face,
          Your beautiful, delicate face
          With all it’s beauty
You – femme fatale!

Exhausting for me
But happy  - I am.
Just don’t know
     How long
     I can keep it up.

Juggling all the ladies’ interest, needs, and demands
     Unspoken though they are
Some nights
I am completely drained.
Though truth be told
     I often fall deep asleep
     With a smile on my face.

You all know about the others,
You know you’re not the only one,
And you don’t even seem to mind.

You understand my needs
And I yours.
You know when I am with you
     I think only of you and no other.
     You have my full attention
          An intimate connection
          We are one
I service your needs.

So to you my loves
Who live here with me
All of you
Each of you
     Rose and Iris
     Lily and Fern
     Hyacinth and Daisy
     And Violet too
     And even – Creeping Jenny
You give me pleasure
I give you my all.

When I pass by
     Touching even for only a moment,
          It is ecstasy
          Pleasure supreme
          Boundless delight
          Rooted so deep
     Lovers for that moment
     Even longer indeed – for the season.

I dedicate this poem of love and delight
To you
My beauties
More pleasures than pain
More smiles than sweat

The Happy Gardener
Poem by OTL


If you wish to view some – NOT SO PRIVATE PHOTOS – of the naked ladies living with me:  checkout anyone of a number of past postings on this Blog.  Especially revealing are those in the archives titled:  - - - - - BLOG SHOTS

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  1. Thank goodness for someone else who admits to exhaustion while trying to service the ones he/she loves! I sometimes feel I'm running a race ...

  2. It's not so much the lovely ladies that are wearing me out but the illegitimate usurpers of the ground they should be occupying, the wanton weeds.