Tonight will most likely be
the start of the secret garden they’ll get all dirty down on knees to palms. Last years beauties are filling the beds, they need removal it’ll be up to him. The ground there is completely sterile the dry earth is begging to come lay with him listen to the stories. The crisp and heavy conversations are all inched up and guarded trust will take a minute. The dangerous girl is threatening, because beauty like hers, is a single lifetime event. She encircles his body stretched across his shoulders the playful feline interrupts the quiet crawling slowly of course she reaches for music. The room is finally alive. Lyrics play all hard oh how the words drag and pull him along. She honestly doesn’t mind his pleasure look against the candlelight. Cupped up under fingertip, touch control, it’s all he’s ever truly wanted something to never forget. The restless ache builds, she squeezes hard, still safe in her arms, he understands, she’s in charge.