An offer made in the form of poetry, it describes how I feel most of the time and what I would like to see in the form of a relationship.

The blatancy of physical need, it leaves no room for timid or shy. I have come to the understanding that I was raised as a prude, and a ladylike prude at that.
It took some unwarranted self doubt to start helping the cause, and my other half while not demonstrating a great deal of patience, fed the ego of desire to keep it like my hair, a blazing fire.

A tongue in cheek look at the torrid passion, the sexual sensuality and sinful pleasure that can occur in the garden.