The Greenhouse

Surrounded by the oxygen Where thorns and petals grow within A delightful kiss upon the lips The swaying up and down of hips With the smells of soil and growth Amongst the evening air Where tongues collide without a care Where glass walls are squeezing tight Hiding sins from daylights sight With thorns below and thorns within In a greenhouse that locks us in Plant lights glow and share warm breath Skin to skin and flesh on flesh Leaves rustle and passions mesh Amongst the flowers That grow within Surrounded by the oxygen