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05/02/09
Making Love, in the Garden
This hazy sixty-five-degree May afternoon Is all azaleas and rhododendrons. Every other growing thing pales, in their presence.
Their whites, pinks, reds, purples, and crimsons Are so beguilingly vibrant, yet so gentle, They seduce my eyes, into undressing them.
Oblivious to hundreds of strolling souls, I luxuriate amidst these voluptuous ladies. Making love like this is such exquisite fatigue.
05/02/09
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