Secret Garden

About the Book

...Elation of my esseence deep within, Wisps between the soft walls of the petal rose Reaches a part that's separate from myself Together and I feel the sweet pain culmination Between my thighs, so deep within that is's still Stopped in the summer mist an orgasm is what I feel., And I watch you touch that little petal so wet with roots so deep That takes the pain and makes it so sweet...When I touch it, I'm amazed at those small hands...Grasping a measure of affections Wondering among the petals without directions Life's culmination rest upon me I awoke from its vigorous dreams Sliding blindly down her beam Sweet sap I tasted in between. Bitter, sweet, and gentle embrace Enticed by love and this bonding fate Fingers entangled together to which this affection we hold Enchanted Spirits in the rings of gold When the children cry and all is well die Fondle a Rose. Rubbing the glass shower doors covered with steam, And your tongue touching my finger tips, The small of your back dips into a firm soft of skin...

About the Author

Chris Carl has been writing since grade school. Just to name a few, Springtime, Roses are Red, In the Shadows, All This Noise, Eyes of December, Sexy Romance, Perfect Lover, Erotic Love, Love Story, Tonight and the Same Dream are all works from his early years as a teenager. Though many are familiar with his style of writing by freely creating words publicly to poets around the world , he has never released any works of poetry in this size volume.