The Acquisitive Gardener

It was, without doubt, a
thoughtful gesture for him
to offer the opportunity for
her to browse, just take her time
wandering the rows in the
greenhouse, imbibing the
ambrosia of garden scents,
responding to the rapture of
fabulous colours, magnificent
shapes of blossoms, curling
vines, curvaceous foliage, all
skilled by nature to wheedle 
their chorus on the innocent
gardener, unable to view
that living treasure house
without imagining those
exotic beauties resting in 
peace and comfort in a
voluptuous conceit within
the borders of her very own
garden of earthly delights.