My Midnight Orchard
I’ve never had orgasms so intense as when I’m looking up into the endless night sky through the petals and fronds of my families orchard. Weather it’s the sublime scent of the surrounding blooms or pleasant simplicity of the secluded garden, there’s always this feeling as if the orchard itself is trying to invoke my senses. In the latest hours of the night, far from dusk yet farther, still, from dawn…It never fails. Of course, I’m never visiting my enchanting garden companionless. And it’s not the orchard, alone, that makes me climax to such a level. That would be silly, slightly absurd. I’m sure you’re at that particular level of competence to where you understand what I’m talking about… Though, I still wish I could bring any of you to this place of peace, you’d understand more, I know you would. Then again, maybe some of you have an orchard all your own…
very…. “orgasmic” :).
But for real a nice use of words and everything flowd together so good just like a good poem should
very nice poem
do you have yahoo IM?
I’m mostly on my MSN, though: twilight-warfare@hotmail.com if you’ve got it.
Not sure I get it… it’s… yeah. You use words to express something I can’t quite contemplate without slightly more elaboration, but it’s quite good… I was about to fall asleep but I’m wide awake now lol
Very thought invoking… if not provocative at first glance…
lol