Without Thorns

Without Thorns

Come into my garden she beckons
Offering him choice and colourful flowers,
Spread between her welcoming thighs
A simple offer of delight.

He plucks her gently from among thorns,
His fingers eagerly exploring,
The velvet petals strewn and scattered
Across her languorous body.

Pert pink nipples like seeds
Sweet enough to be eaten,
And the unfurling like leaves
That lead to an opening heart.

Her limbs stretch wide
As he walks slowly into her
Within this forest, a garden
Filled with bright velvet delights.