Palm Trees Kissed
By the Hot Silky Mist
Blows Chills In my Mind
Up & Down my Spine

The Ocean Chortles at
The Crystal Moon
Taunting the Chimes
of Tenderness and Thunder
I am Moved

My Nature Aware and Alive
Alerting the Ears & Eyes
Of the Splendorous Scene
As I Rise to the Occasion

Fingers Take on a Life
All Their Own
As they Play
I moan, Pant and Groan

Pushing, Poking, Gripping,
Searching, Teasing, Probing
Stars Shooting as my digits Roam
Spurting and Gushing
White Foam of Delicious Life

Silky Seeds of Love
Grace the Sand
Spill
On the Rocks
in My Hand

You are Always With Me
You are Always True
Without You - What Would I do?