It Doesn'T Really Matter
Don’t ask me my name
For it doesn’t really matter
I’m here for your pride
Strong and bold
Bewitched by intense eyes.
Elated by wanting smiles.
Amazed by hearty laughter.
Untamed by human trials.
The bulbs are planted side by side
the dirt covered over in which they hide.
They nourish each other to grow and bloom
reaching higher and higher to escape the gloom.
Blooms Of Passion And Pain
The garden was planted with love, passion, dreams and hope. Nuturing each blossom with tenderness and care. Allowing the sunshine to penatrate each petal, the rain to nourish each root.
The garden bloomed, caressed with gentle breezes producing strong, healthy flowers, stamen and stems. The touch was soft, the fragrance intoxicating, the sight wonderous to behold.
you could be quite the bull
strong, powerful and well built in stature
ready to find a heifer in heat
the scent flowing up your nostrils