I’m having a love affair. But ssshhhh. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to share it around too much. The object of my affections is mysterious. The silent type. I am spellbound.
We see each other every day, as soon as my husband leaves for work. I rise quickly and bundle on some clothing. I quickly brush my teeth but do not bother to shower, knowing that I will only become soiled again within moments.
My love changes every day. Each morning brings new discoveries. We sit in the fragrant morning air in a silent embrace, dual hearts beating, and I smile in wonder at the love that is mine. My desire will surely never be satiated.
We spend hours together. Time flies by with no thought of food, of water, of anything. A secret love as all encompassing as a womb on this summers’ morning. To think I knew my love so long and was blind to this beauty astounds me.
Other still blinded and bare people pass us sometimes as we ponder. Yet, even if they do bother to look our way, they rarely see what I do. I’m astonished that something so rampant, so fertile, so lush and so flagrant can appear so ordinary to the outside world.
I look back in laughter at the ‘old’ me. The one that watched other women do such things and 'just never saw the attraction'. I eat my words. The perfumed air makes them taste sweet and I savour my seduction.
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS !!! ... of all the pleasures known to (wo)man, I cherish my garden the most !.