One Tropical Night
An Island Princess
I watch for her on the beach as
the last orange arc of the sun struggles
the ocean… then is swallowed in it’s nightly embrace. There! Her
shimmers, outlined against the first twinkle of starlight on the
silvery surface. Ethereal,
almost floating, her tiny feet step grace-
along the water's edge. She is breathtaking in a lavalava… me in
toward me with a smile she begins to unwrap. Poetry, perfection,
artistic masterpieces jiggle and sway.
Whispering my name, she
and reaches up to cradle my face in her soft hands. Her upturned
hardened by the cool ocean air, burn twin tattoos up my torso.
fingers behind my neck she pulls my lips down to her own.
lambent and glittering, shame the moon, possessing, then drowning my
in their fathomless depths. Her
beautiful face beams up at me with
joy. The clear tiny bell of her
laugh trills it’s innocent happiness
purrs in a deeper growl as I react, my
turgid flesh rising to press it’s
heat and unspoken need against the berry-brown, creamy-softness of
skin. Reaching down, her
gentle curious fingers cup and explore.
whimper, then… a deep rumbling groan escapes from my throat
chest. Sliding along, her cool
fingers tenderly encircle the trembling
warmth. Then, tugging lightly,
she leads me between the palms,
the dappling shadows of a moonlit tropical evening….