There she is a pretty little pink flower floating to me again
We hug
I kiss her cheek
I smell her hair
My heart dances on air
We walk together
We go to my room
She is ready for me
I wrap her in a luxurious robe
I pour her a glass of fine wine
She sips and compliments my choice
We talk or rather she talks and I listen
I play some soft music and rub her shoulders
She asks if i can really give her a massage
I say yes
I spend one hour on her massage front and back
Top and bottom toes to nose
I use lavender oil
I use the best techniques from my many and varied masseuses
She purrs like a kitten
When i finish she kisses me hard on the mouth like a hungry animal
Strokes me like an anxious cat
Then announces she must pee
When she emerges she wraps herself around me
She is suspended by my strength
I hold her as we kiss
I lay her gently on the bed and go back to work
Or rather play
She tells me I am spoiling her and I confess it's true
She asks me why her and I say its because she seems unselfish
She kisses me again and again
Later that night she kisses me some more
We continue drinking
She has to go and i walk her to her car
She does not kiss me goodbye
I pause to wonder why
I thought i was the new guy
She agrees to meet me again the next night
I am excited and filled with delight
When we meet she is drunk
We dont quite fight
I announce that something is wrong
She replies it's alright
I say no there is no affection
She says she needs to go home
She leaves.
I let a day pass
I text her and she replies,
'JUST LEAVE ME ALONE'
And now I know
She loves only one man
And it's not me.
Beau Golden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahhhhhhh and it started out like a romantic night, clear down to the robe, a vision came of you and her in your Four Seasons room... To end so sadly.....I wish you'd had a better ending but the writing is compelling as ever........marci.xo