Nectar

my secret garden is often closely guarded
sensitive and glowing
my flowers weep with want, and every so often
I'll engage in a sin so deviant
it's sure to tremble the kingdom of Heaven itself
soft hands sneaking around the fence
encasing my garden in an unexpected warmth
flesh, so irresistible
a thumb rolling over my rosebud
taunting me with circular motions
a pleasurable feeling it is
letting my flowers uncoil
fingers ever so gently roam over my petals
smooth as silk
milking me of my sweetness
I feel so high
yet so low are the hands
exploring my blooming treasure
where all my wishes go to hide
as I writhe with absolute desire
so deep into the tangled foliage
that I want to scream and shout God's name
as my luscious nectar emerges
coating fingers
as my breathing quickly settles
I have a tingle in my tummy
and a smile on my face
take in the warm aroma of my flowers
tasting their sweetness
I am helpless to the touch
of the hands that hold my secrets