Garden Erotica 2.0

Garden Erotica 2.0

 It is time for the annual poem.

Sunrise

Gardens at Waters East

So many ladies

So little time.

Naked

     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.

Yet,

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

               Allure

               Seductiveness

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

     Rosemary

     Veronica

     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

          Rapture

          Bliss

          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

Forget-me-not

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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