Content notes: nipple play, cunnilingus
In the garden Atelai
a Rose will grow there, by and by,
and bring such Beauty to the place
with petals curled in blushing grace
to remember you and I as we once were.
A poet, and a writer, who,
with many dreams, and plans to brew,
both had need of an escape
to somewhere green, where they could shape
and mold their words, which had gone astray.
“Calm down, now,” I heard you sigh.
“The words will come here, by and by.”
I smiled and said, “The words are late,
they promised to meet at half past eight.
Perhaps there’s traffic, or a train delay.”
You laughed, and then our eyes did meet
and something deep, profound and sweet
grew in me so rapidly
that I gasped, and spilled my tea
onto the garden floor of stone and clay.
As I knelt, you caught my eye-
“The air will dry it, by and by.”
And then your hand reached out for mine
and pulled me up, fingers entwined
and held me there with firm security.
My body felt electrified,
clarified, intensified!
Before I stopped to think it through
I leaned and asked if I could kiss you
In the light of morning purity.
“But who are you?” you did reply.
“A lover, dear, by and by.
Whose hands caress your lovely cheeks,
whose lips press with the ones I seek.
If you’ll have me, that is who I’ll be.”
Your hand tightened its grip in mine.
“Yes, I think that would be fine.”
You then pulled me into a stand
of tall, thick trees, whose branches spanned
down to the ground, to hide us readily.
“I’m new to this,” shyly said I.
“So am I, but by and by
we’ll both be quite experienced,
satisfied, and much less tense.”
And suddenly your breast was in my hand.
Your nipple hardened ‘neath my thumb
I stroked in circles, and your hum
of pleasure grew to quiet groans
then quickly into happy moans;
your orgasm was powerful and grand.
“Oh dear,” you gasped. “Oh wow, oh my!”
“Catch your breath, and by and by
I’ll give you more of what you seek,”
I purred to you, and kissed your cheek
then laid you down upon the warm soft grass.
I lifted up your floral skirt
and with a smile, began to flirt
lightly ‘round your pussy lips
engaging with my fingertips
the outside of your dripping wet crevasse.
My digits, versatile and spry
worked their magic, by and by-
entering your soaking cunt
as I gave a happy grunt
and fucked you in our hidden garden patch.
You writhed and groaned and spread for me
allowing me to pump deeply.
Soon I eagerly withdrew
ready to devour you
and moved my hungry mouth down to your snatch.
“Who am I,” I heard you cry.
“A famous author, by and by,”
I replied, between your thighs,
adoring you with with licks and sighs
until the very air began to thrum.
And when your hips began to rise
I dove in deep to claim my prize
of sticky nectar, handsome dew
of tightening muscles, ‘roused sinew,
and lapped and lapped away ‘til kingdom come.
When one climax had left you high,
another followed, by and by-
my mouth upon your clitoris
my fingers bringing you such bliss,
you came and came and came unendingly.
Your skin was hot, and wild and bare,
and dappled leaves left shadows there.
I marveled at your wild release,
and held you when we finally ceased,
and kissed your neck and shoulder tenderly.
We watched the hazy noontime sky
in warm embrace, and by and by
the words, our words, before delayed
came pouring out us, ready-made!
We spoke and sang our tales ‘til eventide.
By this magic evening’s end
we’d found in each a lover, friend,
and muse to call down from the trees
elusive words we both so need,
and thusly have we worked for now so long.
If one visits Atelai
a Rose will bloom there, by and by
and Golden leaves will ever hang
o’er the spot where true love sang
and beckoned down the tools of verse and prose.
The thrush, the wren, the mourning dove
will sing of our creative love
until the coming of the moon,
when great owls will take the tune
and bring our tale of meeting to a close.
Art by Laura Lee Benjamin.
Absolutely gorgeous.
Incredible