The Garden of Delights
Lotus Rose
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Copyright 2007 by Lotus Rose
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
—Oscar Wilde
Innocence was cautiously peeking out from beneath the beds of pure maidens and venturing forth to rendezvous with the coming spring. It flirted with the allure of the forbidden in a dance of seduction. As the sun began to rise over the ground, the maidens began to slowly awaken.
And the maidens were cuddled in a silken half-dream, lingering buoyantly in the abyss between dream and reality—slowly the world around them was drifting into the real—and they raised their darling heads from their pillows. But this morning, the dusky shadow-world of the half-dream and half-real didn’t totter all the way over into the real side, but lingered in the air.
They sit up in bed, with bedroom eyes.
Lust is in the air, and between peoples’ thighs.
And an anonymous brown-haired girl walks to her windowsill, opens the shades and peers out at the pure, white snow of yesterday’s snowstorm as it glistens on her yard and the yards of the other houses. A strange, titillating energy seems to shimmer throughout the air like fireflies. She sits hugging herself, with her potted plant beside her—she grins because she can sense that it will soon be warm enough to bring her pink-flowered plant outside.
Sweet corruption beckons all the children of the twilight. And she is answering its call—she is giving in.
She is like an untainted maiden who is drawn to the thrill of debauchery, lusting to be corrupted.
Like sleepwalkers only vaguely aware of their actions, they walk. They are wearing sweaters and jackets, because the weather is still quite a bit nippy.
But with each step, the air is warming, the snow beginning to slowly melt, slowly getting wetter, and beginning to drip.
And, as prophesized, the long winter is at an end. Our Lady of Innocence, previously tied up in rope bonds, with knots around her ankles and wrists, struggling with her panties in her mouth—she is suddenly freed—and with her mouth now uninhibited, she sings the siren song of the longing for delights, like a cooped up Catholic schoolgirl suddenly unleashed and sent off to college.
And the frozen tears of the snow melt into the tears of the Lady’s delight, filling ponds with fresh water.
~~A quote from the Bible:
And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed. And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
As the anonymous brown-haired girl walks through the streets, she looks about in admiration of the new season—she sees how beautiful is the simplicity of the thawing grass and leaves—her lovely eyes look out upon it all with wide-eyed wonder, blinking rapidly with twittering titillation.
~~A prophesy from The Nubile Verses:
And lo, violet hair shall be special, a distinction to mark the “torch-bearers of innocence.” And one day, the twins shall be united and the Garden of Delights shall be revealed and there shall come eternal spring after the long winter. And nobility will give way to nubility. And a blond-haired angel will come, who shall release innocence into the world and call the nymphs to return. And all the tender buds of the world will begin to blossom!
So it was foretold.
And the air is warm now, uncomfortably warm—and lo, they are shedding their sweaters—they are baring their thongs and bras, and, just as quickly, they are slipping them off. And she is unashamed … of their nakedness. She continues walking—others are walking too, heading for the same destination.…
The allure of the forbidden shimmers throughout the air, and becomes more and more seductive as the sun rises in the sky. Swirling desires surround every person’s body.
But it isn’t only the girl-next-door types like the brown-haired girl being drawn, because the nubile nymphs from the times of yore are coming now, being drawn like whores to the sound of an opening wallet, coming out from their hiding places in the forests, and they are frolicking alongside the delightful children of the new age, holding hands while they carry their plants in the other hand. The nymphs had not been seen by the common people for centuries, but now they are needed and cherished again, and they issue forth in a tide of bouncing nubile flesh. And where the girls go, the boys follow.
And the girl doesn’t know why, but she is being drawn to the garden like a moth to a flame.
Seduction and delight,
Is like a crackling in the air.
And quietly, unassumingly,
A garden is forming over there.
Writhing hills of pleasurous flesh.
Delights and debauchery for all to obsess.
“O, sweet corruption, flow over me. Flower inside of me,” whispers the anonymous girl, then she looks around her, feeling a little silly for saying such a thing out loud. What is coming over me? she thinks to herself.
She steps daintily, her bare toes squishing on the pavement, as she walks toward that focal point of her desires.
And here she is now, and as she enters the gates of the garden, the wind whispers into her ear, “Welcome to the Garden of Innocence, sweetheart.”
And at that very moment, her hymen grows anew, like the trampled flowers rise again in spring, and she is a virgin once more.
~~from the Bible:
And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:
But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:
For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked;
And in the present, all the boys and girls of the garden, are all naked, but are not ashamed, because to them it is just nakedness, which is natural.
The brown-haired girl holds her arms out and begins to twirl—she is in the midst of the Garden of Innocence.
A garden of flesh and flowers—and tender buds, once trampled, growing anew, no longer ashamed, and blooming, like the blooms of youth.
The girls are adorable and cute, giggling and covering their mouths shyly. The boys glance back at them timidly, with a glowing ember of desire in their eyes.
The garden is like the landscape of a dream spreading vastly in front of the brown-haired girl. And oddly, perhaps even impossibly, the garden inclines—so that every person can see to all corners of the garden, can see everything at once. Here and there, various innocent mini-scenes take place.
She turns her head to her right. Over there, girls are hopping daintily unto the trees with their arms held aloft above their darling heads.
She turns her head to the left, and over there lies a field of strawberries with naked pink-cheeked maidens biting into strawberries while giggling and wiping the juice from each others’ chins.
And the whole while, more nymphs are arriving, carrying flowers and little trees. And they squat and plant them in the soil of the garden.
And all the girl-next-doors are bringing their flowers too, and planting them.…
As the brown-haired girl stands up from her squatting, she dusts the dirt off her hands and looks around, gazing at the majesty of the garden … someone hands her a purple flower, says it’s a lotus, beckons her to eat it. She lifts it to her mouth and begins to chew the petals. It tastes sweet and tingly on her tongue, and she swallows.
She swallows that allure of the forbidden, the calling of lust.
And meanwhile, in the garden, innocent-faced girlies ride around in a big circle of miniponies, howling like Indian warriors of debauchery, fists pumped in the air. They writhe and rub against the soft, furry backs of their steeds.
And on the inside of the circle, in the middle of the garden, is a shimmering violet lagoon, where nubile nymphs swim and brush their hair and sing, as the circle of ponies goes around and around.…
The sun rising in the sky surrounds the garden with violet hues shimmering in the air and clouds.
She stares at those clouds undulating in the sky, then suddenly, the allure of the forbidden overwhelms the girl’s body like a flood of a lake, a flood of lust. She shudders and whimpers.
And the garden surrounding her is marvelous.
Filled with so many flowers:
The lotus, o lust—symbol of sensual pleasure, and wanton abandon,
The violet—beauty and youth, innocence set free and unimpeded,
The rose—the pain of life, the pain that makes us cherish,
And various pink-flowered plants, symbol of self-satisfaction, filling girls with delight.
And the garden is radiant, with shimmering colors of the flowers mixing with the color of swaying hair and glistening, jostling flesh, all wrapped in a hue of shimmering violet throughout the air.
Innocently, the boys and girls of the garden frolic and tease, innocently, they are exploring each other’s bodies, innocently they lap at open vaginas, and suck upon throbbing phalluses.
Lust is shuddering through her body, lust shimmering in the air.
A gnawing hunger that has to be filled.
She is surrounded by flesh, and there are so many pretty boys in the garden, with long, lean limbs and fingertips and fluttering eyelashes like girls’. And here and there, a pair of pretty boys kiss each other while gripping each others’ hard erections.
And the unending laughter and moaning is a music of ecstasy in the air, filling her ears, going through her whole body, making her tingle with delight.