The Gardener
The gardener tends Her garden
as the Dominant force of attention
The canvas blank and dormant
like flesh awaiting lust's ascension
She scans the subject carefully
scanning places for Her preparation
a mound, protected, gathers Her eye
perfect for furrowing and separation
She slowly moistens the area gently
creating openings for Her view
a nod, a smile, it fits into Her plan
fingers mixing the wetness into goo
She grasps Her manufactured seedling
and inserts its length into the hole
once planted, it moves about with ease
the garden almost gasping to Her goal
She smiles seeing the fruits of labor
and where the planting had been
planning with Her thoughts of mind
when soon She will garden once again
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