Thursday, September 30, 2010

THE SECRET GARDEN September 2010 by Antino Angel

I have a secret garden
often invaded by snakes
Slithering their way inside
where hides the sweetest fruit to take
        Inside my sacred garden
        there is a secret to tell
        a masculine virility morphed
        into a feminine fertility
        But I am not female.
I have a secret garden
Lush with pleasure and need
Lust crawls through the grass
while desire swings from trees
         Inside my bountiful garden
         there is a secret to tell
         The flowers bloom aphrodisia
         from the soil of my womb's enigma
         But I am not female.   

 I have a secret garden
here grows my nature's most forbidden fruit
Enchanting is the nectars' sweetness
 seeping from the wantoness forged from its roots
          Inside my lurid garden
          there is a secret to tell
          Spirits of nymphs linger internally
          seeking sublime gratification eternally
          But I am not female.