Down in the meadow where a creek runs through is my garden. It is green and colored with all sorts of pretty flowers. There are all different types of rose and hibiscus. Some plumeria sprinkled here and there. Oh don't forget a gardenia bush or two. But there is a very special place that I love to go. It is a large gazebo which is covered in English ivy and jasmine. It is fairly thick but just enough light from the moon seeps through lighting up the inside a bit at night. In my garden, the jasmine never dies but always blooms. I suppose you are wondering where the lace is. Well I will tell you.
You see this will be a story...yes you know it...a love story. A beautiful fantasy ~
I have come to take your hand and lead you to my special place. Where the moon never wanes and the stars are brightest of all. Where the mist of the eve falls softly against the flowers and the soft breeze carries the scent of the jasmine to us. It is one of our most favorite things to go down by the creek where we share special moments with each other talking, laughing, and just laying in each others arms.
Take my hand, I am going to lead us there. Down by the small creek that trickles over the rocks and plays a lilting song that tickles our ears. Oh just beyond the jasmine vines is our place of heavenly passion...yes that moss laden spot we both love to go. It is cool against our skin. Shhhh don't say a word...just close your eyes and feel me. As the lace dress I am wearing shows only what can be seen through the fabric ~ the dance we share is exquisite. A dance that only we know...yes only we know. As we lay beneath the trees on a cool pallet of moss, the moon highlights your silhouette. I trace the pattern of your face ~ every line ~ every curve. Memorizing your smile, your laugh, looking deep into you as no one could.
Tantalized by your touch, ever so gently you move your hands against my milky skin. Paled even more by the brightness of night. You move like an electric wave over my skin, waking every nerve as tingles, sending shudders deep within me. Oh yes, the shudder ~ feeling someone so intense, so internal that when you just think of them you feel it course through your body. Your kiss lingering on my lips, your taste sweet upon my tongue. Yes this is a wonderful place.
It is as a rose in bloom whose petals unfold showing the wetness of the nectar within. Eagerly enveloping around the harden stem. Then as if the dew of the early morn gathered itself upon the rose petals glistening with the last of the moon's light, we reach our passionate rapture...screaming with ecstacy and delight. Unfolded ~ spent ~ complete. As the sun rises, we take that path back to where our fantasy ends and becomes once again reality. And this my fantasy, my garden of jasmine and lace, stays here til we journey there once again.
If you close your eyes and picture this place, you can almost smell the jasmine. I hope you enjoyed this little adventure into my mind. I did. Brings me back into a lighter place....happier.
