After school Shane and Jessica walked together for a ways, the route taking them along Old Man Tuddle’s garden wall.

“They say the guy’s kind of a creep,” Shane remarked.

“Who’s they?” Jessica asked.

“You know. The guys.”

“Pretty flowers though,” Jessica said. “Good for the bees. Aren’t these phlox beautiful?”

“Fox?” said Shane.

“No, phlox. Like full ox, only run together. Phlox.”

“Fucks?”

“Stop, you’re just being naughty.”

“Am not.”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s that down there?”

“Where?”

Jessica nodded meaningfully.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jessica snorted. “I’ll give you a hint. Rhymes with loner.”

Garden of Delight

Damsels gird with flox just right
To hide their bare pussies
As they tempt lovers who delight
In such a virgin-tease.

But in lust, she’s overpowered
By the scent of his sex.
In garden bed she’s deflowered.
Full seeding, she expects.

Love demands sex. And sex brings birth.
That’s Life and nature’s way.
Do it, for all you’re worth!
And enjoy each roll in the hay.

Poem by Ashley
Story and Illustration by Mat