Like slowly cascading water,

the subtle drip, drip, drip,

I taste you,

and drink you in.

As the bells of lavender grow,

their scent permeates me,

nature's precursor to arousal,

as does the scent of your passion.

As we ride the tidal waves,

equals in every right,

we have come of age,

and sinfully, we blossom as one.

A blossom

leveled up

to chapped lip,

I whispered

into its

funneled ear,

my own def

regrets at

its still life

limits...

...in the blink

of an eye...

surprised at

myself moved

to find blooms

have senses too,

gentle and

delicate...

....refined so

as to hear...

with astute

clarity

and perceive

my colors

and taste the

breath even

and to know

the very

scent of pure

water

#SensualBlossomScentWater #Challenge

In the desolate desert

the thirsty wanderer

observes

The water

may be

a mirage.

But the scent

tells him

otherwise.

He spots

a blossom

alongside

and inhales.

Encompassed again,

by her wiles.

standing underneath running water

cool fingers cascading down her body

the scent of him fills the heavy air

and as he touches her

her body begins to blossom

Fiona, slowly, shifted her head from side to side. Angelo gave a slight smirk. He had hit his target with his water gun. Fiona chuckled. Then she pretended to be mad. Angelo apologized. Fiona laughed at how easily she had fooled him. He placed a kiss on her forehead. Fiona smiled. She loved every moment of their love in full blossom. Angelo led Fiona to the hottub. On the floor were rose petals in the shape of a heart. Fiona loved the scent of fresh roses. Angelo moved closer to Fiona. He gently kissed her neck. Fiona beamed.

#BLOOM

Our bare feet danced

upon the sweet dew

while smiles stairs held

agreed promises of truth

Our hips swaying sync

round and round again

momentary cheek to cheek

electric scent followed bend

Our sweat passion woven

clinging to morning gum

the night’s water motion

our love dance blossom

The constant drip of water was heard as -

Tan, delicated hands wrapped around hers -

And like sweet whisper,

lips pressed on her ear -

Under the luminating moon and,

Rain.

“Violet,” -

Like her name,

She was a flower -

So beautiful -

So fragile..

In his arms.

She pressed against his -

Broad chest -

And blossomed...

She wanted to hear his sinful voice and smell his toxinating scent -

Like this -

Forever.

Under the luminating moon -

And rain -

Too lovers became one -

Quiet -

They kept a secret.

the garden reminds me of my mother

she loves water, any kind, ponds or lake

she loves the scent of jasmine, pure and sweet

she loves the blossom of wild red apples

spring is her favourate time of the tear

as i prepare to buy her a botanical book

i remember the walks we used to take

around the great parks, gardens and forests

she's so perfect, so nice and so gentle

more caring than my father, definitely

and i so want to treasure our times together

once again take a beautiful walk and

this time holding hands together!