Vacation

Night has fallen
The awakening of serenity enclosed tranquility
Specks of midnight dust welcoming a blissfulness on the majestic horizon
Naked in solitude  
 
Thoughts submerged by the vastness of rumbling oceanic waves  
My feet upon the dew of sand
Calloused palms gently roving up the soles of my feet
Seductively slithering up the path of toned ebony thighs
Deep pants of anticipation breathlessly echoed
 
Mr. Sandman caressing the treasured femininity of a heated need
Soft licks to the garden of my tropical paradise
Palming the back of my upper thighs  
Pulling me into sweet quivers of undaunted passion
Indulging on the sweet nectar of his temptation
My heightened lust
 
The bed of earth worshipping my spine
A beckoning tidal wave of ecstasy
Washing over me, enticing me, sending me
Engulfing sunken pools of yearning to plunge into
Whispers of promises to give, take  
Intermingling of such sweetened offerings  
 
Mentally bewitched, my body yielding unto obedience
Tender lazy kisses coating the temple of my Chi
The peaks of my breasts his lips to claim
Mouthing my nipples for the taking
My thighs opening unto the key of him unlocking the fountain of my seeping craving
 
Navigating the abandonment compass of such wicked desires
Sliding into the divinity of my whimpering ecstasy  
Clenching him tighter with the need to be dominated
To be netted, completed
Mesmerized, captivated, seduced in the realm of reality
Body awakened, praised  
 
Mr. Sandman’s girth sinking deeper
The hilt of climatic inoculation getting wetter, slicker
Legs entwined cocooning the epitome of manly perfection
Back arched, eyes closed, body set aflame  
 
The moonlight casting its powers to be for this enchanting lover’s game
Potion d’amour
Its allurement to the cosmic, we give, senses aligned  
The hunger to quiet the raging storm exploded
Silken rapture of a soft rainfall imploded
Two souls attuned to the calling of physical joviality
 
Mr. Sandman …. fulfilling my reality, pleasing me as a vivid wet dream
Groaning out my name over and over, his erection dipping deeper into a butter rum warm stream  
Making me surrender, my body gyrating unto a submissive soft scream
Pussy dripping with a honey lickable cream
Gently blowing away as the sands of time flows
Sighs of contentment until the night he goes
Harken unto the still of the night
 
The break of dawn coveting the blessing beyond the horizon  
The awakening of serenity enclosed tranquility
 

Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
 
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
 
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
 
The Buddhist Zen temple is a hidden treasure,
That in nature a man can calmly contemplate,
Finding a solace that clears the mind,
Which lights the path toward purpose.
 
And there is the wind again, whispering softly,
As a lizard crawls over a rock,
As two squirrels run between trees,
An eagle glides high in the the cool breeze.
 
I stare at the top of the hills, green and lush,
Looking for the sound of the invisible wind,
Feeling the gentle caress embrace my face,
Thinking to myself, this is a good place.
 
My sons then rang the peace bell,
The timbre like an ohm resonates deep,
And I in awe of the place watch quietly,
As a little white butterfly passes my by.

Was it
one
two
three day outing?
He can't remember;
his thinning memory betrays him...

It, surely, was a group outing
- that photo proved it -
a photo he does not possess,
a photo he, certainly, had seen
a long time ago...

Summertime
in bathing suit
seated on a beach chair
perhaps, at a near by island
surrounded by
three, or four, or five girls...

Who were they?
Neighborhood friends?
Classmates?
But, what high school from?
For his life, he cannot conclude...

One was combing his hair
One, or two manicuring his extended fingers
The remaining
- knees deep in the sand -
pedicuring his shy toe nails;
that much, he remembers clearly...

Pose?
Staged photo shootout?
A game of awkward adolescent eroticisms?
Fading memory of a photo,
or, of the moment?...

It snowed today in D.C.
I saw a weather broadcast on TV
Sweet memories it brought to mind
Walking in the snow arm in arm
Our private little holiday in the National Mall
Throwing snow balls in the Smithsonian statue garden
Envious looks from lonely people
Others sharing secret smiles
I heard one say
“Look how much they are in love.”
It’s the wonderful times like this that i remember
Delightful feelings
Beautiful times
That
Have not
Will not
Fade Away