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 Splendor

Silky Seeds of Life Grace the Sand

Spill On the Rocks in My Hand

You are Always With Me

You are Always True

Without You -  My Hand

What Would I do?