White Orchid

Oceanman2001

OKAY, I stumbled the other night remembering the feel of a womens skin, that satin touch, silky pouting lips of fog, promising day dreams and nightmares I felt I was over with. You remember those vows, don't you, sex, torment, mind bending, hell raising, gut wrenching pleasure promises, where which way is up depends on conjecture and the moment and your crazed and wild in each others arms and food and water and even air mean nothing and your insatiable appetitie for her and you is overwhelming, and each second locked in eachothers arms seems like a hammering mind piston of an electric jolt of a lifetime of denial.

It wasn't hell, no baby, no where near bad, its just ecstasy, rapture of rock'n'roll and what ever highs can be caged and cold sheets of some summer night, stripped naked, lava skin toe heavy brooding eyes, playing, teasing and tearing at one another within static orgasms of a lust driven mind implosion, where common sense and ice chips for parched lips was left at the door with the last free falling rustle of her nylons, and that skin, and a curling finger tempting, begging, pleading for you to come, just an inch, just a little bit the whimper promises so you can touch that skin, that you can smell and taste and envision strapped around your body, blending and flailing and swooning towards the moon from the touch of your fingertips, that plays her body like a rare violin, sweet, taught, solo octaves strung so taught that baby diva is likely to cat gut explode.

Yes, I know, I promised never to be that way no more, but, there she was, an enigma in my cigarette smoke, wet lips engorged, full like a Caribbean Lunar dream hanging lazt and seductive, wanting on an ocean rim,oh it was sin, but i was weak for a moment as she shot me a laser stare of fire and ash and coal smudges beneath her drooping eyes, telling me. "Come here honey, I have a little sweet for you to taste." And i kinda shrugged, felt drugged abd intoxicated and then drunk from her body perfume and reeling and not knowing my own name,  and wondering now what this baby wanted, but i knew as she laced me with her twenty-megaton wicked eyes that there it was, that devil in my red blood and I passed to her and heard a whisper, a soft tendril of a purr. "Come baby, come here, lay right here, dont make me beg, just fuck me, dont you think thas fair?"

I moved, it was moving easy and cool, thought terrified and petrified, yet what magnificent terror did i find and see and everything melded into one and a day passed before i saw nothing but her and more time burned away and even more and then I saw within her lips the image of God, for there was warmth and water and tears and red embers and heat and i remembered painted talons on my back as some long lost treasures recaptured from the darkness of my soul.

We seemed to feel for days, I tell you it was so, kisses encapsulating, embracing and encrypting secret saline naked secrets to the world, to reawaken our fears and tongues and bodies braced as one and then the moon rose so many times and we restes as siamese twins sippin' hard gins and tequilas and all the time bathed in moon light and star light and warm Jamaican salt winds and of course, banal, carnal and so real sins.

Servants brought us Guava, Papaya and Mango treats and things animals need, for they well knew a great passion play was at hand, and blacj faces of Island ways understood sex and love and for a moment their gifts nourished us and we made love again, though such moment to moment play might be thought of as a different thing, but it was that on the island and i forgot as we bathed in salt water and our skins turned to bronze, yet I still remember her and realize more than once, she made me feel alive, vibrant and made me forget my oath, which all the while was a lie, that man can live with out a women and this i finally understood, caged away from a womens touch, a man must surly die.

Set within the palms and thermal winds i sat as she slept, breathing airl along the cotton sheets as arousal strapping my body allowed my heart to live and i wanted to waker her and ravage her and bring her to moans and screams and cheat our brains of oxygen and show her that if dead at dawn we might hardly care, nor remember before and as she woke, for i touched the sweat that beaded on her copper breast, she smiled, reached forward and wrapped a lily around my neck and dragged me to her parched lips and kissed me, and i felt again, how i felt, and we were one, gone forever, frozen and forgetful in a moment of time.

In the morning dawn came with the winds and she was gone, white orchid on my pillow and i simply sat and remembered and took my pen and upon white paper wrote this poem.

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