Post by goldenmyst on Dec 6, 2021 21:04:36 GMT -6
Garden Delight - Revamp
“Hey, this is a garden store. Are you sure you are in the right business?”
“Yes, the boom from their loud speakers played a bomba on my ear drums. My bongo wasn’t made for that kind of percussion. So I made the change to the peace and quiet of the flowers here with all the romantic vibes that we women love. Before we get all mushy and nostalgic please tell me what you are looking for.”
“I was looking for a smoke rose but you are the prettiest flower in this garden center.”
“Seeing you here alive and breathing during this resurgence of Covid brings me indescribable joy.”
“Finding you in the pink of health gives me the most delicious happiness. We are like two veterans of romance. But can you forgive me for moving and leaving you at the restaurant? Do you still think I got bored with you back at the restaurant? The college girls near my new place can’t hold a candle to you. You are everything this man could want.”
“Oh please, don’t break my heart again. Let’s search for that smoky rose of the heart we left behind and follow wherever the trail might take us.”
“With you as my guide, I can’t go wrong.”
“Well, what do you think of this one?”
“It looks a little weather-worn.”
“Do you mean like me? Do I seem haggard to you?”
“Never, thy summer is eternal like the sun.”
“Even the sun eventually fades. Please come up with a better comparison.”
“Thou art Aphrodite whose beauty is immortal.”
“Much better, Mr. John, now, petal-power doesn’t seem in our favor today. Listen to my boombox. If you like this CD it is yours to keep.”
“That mariachi melody sounds familiar, like the perfume of a dream.”
“You complimented my perfume once.”
“I told you if music could have a fragrance it would be yours.”
“I was wearing essence of rosehips. My ambience was a tune you couldn’t turn off because you reminded me of how my bouquet was music to your ears. I wore is for days just to have that effect on you.”
“You are wearing it now. And the combination of the Mexican band on your jambox and your scent is making me into a chili pepper.”
“I am your hot sauce.”
“Do you want to continue this conversation out here where the customers can hear?”
“I think the room where the garden furniture is would be better. We can lock the gate there so as not to give customers the wrong impression.”
“This area is more secluded. After I left the restaurant your fragrance followed me. When I strolled dark alleys of the French Quarter you were there with me. The aroma of a senorita passing by gave me waves of nostalgia.”
“You never revealed the connection between my scent and song at the taco joint but it is never too late.”
“Your hair is more luxuriant than the beauties of Marrakesh.”
“Only of that lovely city? Please choose more Moroccan lovelies to be prettier than.”
“The tresses of your silken majesty are softer than the moonlit maidens of Fez, Casablanca, Tangiers, or even the Blue City.”
“That is a lot of women. But I am happy to be among them.”
“You are my woman who waits at the threshold where time and space coverage. May I touch your hair?”
“You may not do so with your hands but rather with your face so it may brush your cheeks with the tickle of my magic strands.”
“I waited so long to touch you. Your hair always intrigued me like that of a film noir starlet only much more so since we spoke as friends.”
“Swim in my hair young man. Bask in the silk of my sensuality.”
“Who needs a smoke rose when your eyes are the smoldering petals?”
“I forgot where I was. Though touching flower petals can induce them to wilt the caress of my hands will stroke you into the pink of health.”
“Hey, this is a garden store. Are you sure you are in the right business?”
“Yes, the boom from their loud speakers played a bomba on my ear drums. My bongo wasn’t made for that kind of percussion. So I made the change to the peace and quiet of the flowers here with all the romantic vibes that we women love. Before we get all mushy and nostalgic please tell me what you are looking for.”
“I was looking for a smoke rose but you are the prettiest flower in this garden center.”
“Seeing you here alive and breathing during this resurgence of Covid brings me indescribable joy.”
“Finding you in the pink of health gives me the most delicious happiness. We are like two veterans of romance. But can you forgive me for moving and leaving you at the restaurant? Do you still think I got bored with you back at the restaurant? The college girls near my new place can’t hold a candle to you. You are everything this man could want.”
“Oh please, don’t break my heart again. Let’s search for that smoky rose of the heart we left behind and follow wherever the trail might take us.”
“With you as my guide, I can’t go wrong.”
“Well, what do you think of this one?”
“It looks a little weather-worn.”
“Do you mean like me? Do I seem haggard to you?”
“Never, thy summer is eternal like the sun.”
“Even the sun eventually fades. Please come up with a better comparison.”
“Thou art Aphrodite whose beauty is immortal.”
“Much better, Mr. John, now, petal-power doesn’t seem in our favor today. Listen to my boombox. If you like this CD it is yours to keep.”
“That mariachi melody sounds familiar, like the perfume of a dream.”
“You complimented my perfume once.”
“I told you if music could have a fragrance it would be yours.”
“I was wearing essence of rosehips. My ambience was a tune you couldn’t turn off because you reminded me of how my bouquet was music to your ears. I wore is for days just to have that effect on you.”
“You are wearing it now. And the combination of the Mexican band on your jambox and your scent is making me into a chili pepper.”
“I am your hot sauce.”
“Do you want to continue this conversation out here where the customers can hear?”
“I think the room where the garden furniture is would be better. We can lock the gate there so as not to give customers the wrong impression.”
“This area is more secluded. After I left the restaurant your fragrance followed me. When I strolled dark alleys of the French Quarter you were there with me. The aroma of a senorita passing by gave me waves of nostalgia.”
“You never revealed the connection between my scent and song at the taco joint but it is never too late.”
“Your hair is more luxuriant than the beauties of Marrakesh.”
“Only of that lovely city? Please choose more Moroccan lovelies to be prettier than.”
“The tresses of your silken majesty are softer than the moonlit maidens of Fez, Casablanca, Tangiers, or even the Blue City.”
“That is a lot of women. But I am happy to be among them.”
“You are my woman who waits at the threshold where time and space coverage. May I touch your hair?”
“You may not do so with your hands but rather with your face so it may brush your cheeks with the tickle of my magic strands.”
“I waited so long to touch you. Your hair always intrigued me like that of a film noir starlet only much more so since we spoke as friends.”
“Swim in my hair young man. Bask in the silk of my sensuality.”
“Who needs a smoke rose when your eyes are the smoldering petals?”
“I forgot where I was. Though touching flower petals can induce them to wilt the caress of my hands will stroke you into the pink of health.”
