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I dreamt I was in a luscious garden
Strolling peacefully in midday sun,
Immersed by my surroundings
Of sight and scent and sound
When I happened upon a statue
Sheer seductive woman bound
Stone naked within a fountain
With long hair cascading down
Bumble bees on honeysuckle vines
Crowning arcs upon her head
In cool water surrounding her feet
Tiny goldfish swimming round
I stared in abject fascination
And moved closer to inspect
A book held in her open hand:
The Legend of Lady Gardenia
Body twitched in subtle surprise
When both nipples became erect
Seduced response to erotic prose
My eyes swiftly were then redrawn
To alight upon this strange statue
Goldfish happily frolicking now
Splashing playfully in the crevice
Of the space between her legs
As sun set and day grew low,
She hypnotically thrashed about
Sleepy eyes once closed now open
Sapphire blue, then emerald green
Luminescent liquid amber sheen
Trickling down between breasts
I gasped as she frenzily began
Boldly masturbating before me
With a soft moaning guttural plea
Oh, cum with me, cumm with me!
After screams but before deep sighs
Magic grew between her thighs
A large perfectly formed gardenia
Petals bloomed of sweet white cum
Baby angels with butterfly wings
Began lapping like kittens to milk
I awoke upon soaked silk sheets
Fresh puddles drenched beneath me
Probably never to think of gardenias
In quite the same light again.
My dear Mr. Sigmund Freud
Eat your heart out, honey!!!
~ Soulstar