My First Time in the Secret Garden: Shattering Innocence with Rose
That spot in our garden. Where the first thuja fell. Heart hammering. The last tree waited. Rose crowned us with flowers. Heavy scents twisted in the air. Her organ swelled, welcoming it home. I gripped the shovel. Hands slick. She watched, eyes dark pools. Naked bodies close now. Months of building. Touches lingering. Kisses blooming…
