Treasure Island

LaTasha Diane Thomas


Guarded Garden Of Love


Awaited by passion as sweet as honey
Your greedy hands chase me like thieves crave money
I bet you want to taste my forbidden fruit
Why does my full lips excite you
Tempted beyond all measure
Fantasizing about my hidden treasure
Take your haunty eyes off me
I rebuke those lustful thoughts of envy
A moment of bliss compared to a lifetime of paradise
Indulging in romance, I nearly paid the price
A golden heart-shaped key to unlock my viridity
Purity is the best gift to holy matrimony
I'm bursting with sincere pleasure to be with you
But I must remain chastened until the moment I say 'I Do'

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
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