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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