The Ones Found In Sacred Gardens Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I long for you
on those cold nights
when I can't help
but to be alone.
The wind whispers
through the window
flapping the curtains
into the air.
I wish I could feel
your blond hair
resting upon my chest
as you look down at me
with yearning eyes
burning with passion.
I can feel the flames
as they start to rise
along with the temperature.
The wanting exceeds
everything else but the
love that I have for you.
I am your gentle gentleman
just how you like it
because after all you are
an uncorrupted good girl.
The rarest of kinds,
the ones only found
in sacred gardens
picking the rarest of fruits.