VENUS FLYTRAP
Vanessa and Paul worked at the Garden of Eden Nursery
She worked roses
He worked trees
After the workday, they really got down
His place, her place
It didn't matter much
Because, each burned with every touch
This night Vanessa made it home before Paul finished up
When he knocked and twisted her doorknob, it opened with a breeze
She knew his eyes would be pleased
Her dark mane of black hair kissed her shoulders, as she stood with a smile
Betwixt Vanessa's thighs was a few wisps of curls
He unbuttoned his shirt and got down to work
But, Vanessa took the lead and gathered his rod
Grasping his oak in hand, Vanessa's blue eyes gazed up at this man
Paul sputtered a few words to no one's surprise
As the tip of Vanessa's tongue made his tree's tip soon make a rise
Paul was a sturdy sequoia that Vanessa's pouting leaves took in and out ever softly
Soft mouth and teeth worked this hardening meat
Vanessa loved the way Paul could plant a stake within her deep
Paul's limb became quite stout, as it furiously went in and out
Vanessa's thighs were glistening with sweat
Oh, just how good could this lusty interaction get?
Luscious legs wrapped around broad back
Almost like vines encasing a marble column
Venus flytrap held lover tightly inside
Tree of temptation continued the divine slide
Gliding up and down on him, Vanessa smiled
Paul's mojo was racing an Acqueduct mile
Flytrap released buzzing bee from its' clutches
Thank heaven's that Paul's third limb wasn't in need of crutches
Reclining onto the sofa, Paul called Vanessa over, "You are my rose, dear Nessa".
She hummed a few bars from The Time's "Oak Tree"....;)
- A.H. Scott
4/10/13
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