Climax

Touch places that had not awakened in awhile. 

He knew my body as if he held a manual. 

Kiss my spots without a prompt or verbal cue. 

His sent dancing around in my nose.

Intense was the cologne he wore, accompanied by a deep sensual tone.

 Give me all of you forming lakes and streams swell bellow as my water rise he gazed in my eyes. 

 Piercing my soul with no warning, he touched my core. 

The heat of the sun explains the chemistry best.

 Entering my garden, he trimmed the hedges first.

 He took his time to smell the roses before watering my plants. Insisting that I join in a firework show,  there was an explosion after the explosion rendering my garden to climax.