{"id":1874,"date":"2023-11-26T20:31:56","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:31:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=1874"},"modified":"2023-11-27T23:21:30","modified_gmt":"2023-11-27T23:21:30","slug":"desert-island-dreams","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/d-poems\/desert-island-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Desert island dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Desert island dreams<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on September 9, 2007.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nWashed up on a beach on a paradise island<br \/>\nFar from the cares and the worries of life<br \/>\nI wake to the sight of a beautiful maiden<br \/>\nA half naked woman, you\u2019d love for a wife<\/p>\n<p>Breasts swinging freely as she\u2019s bending over<br \/>\nLegs barely covered by a short grass wrap<br \/>\nShe moves to one side and returns with some water<br \/>\nAnd cradles my head in her beautiful lap<\/p>\n<p>She moistens my lips, it tastes like ambrosia<br \/>\nWhen you\u2019re washed from the sea, fresh water is wine<br \/>\nSlowly the strength returns to my body<br \/>\nLife feels good, I\u2019m glad it\u2019s still mine.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019s started to speak but her words have no meaning<br \/>\nI\u2019ve heard many languages, none sound like this<br \/>\nBut there isn\u2019t much doubt what she\u2019s wanting to tell me<br \/>\nWhen she smothers my mouth in a passionate kiss<\/p>\n<p>She helps me to stand, and helps me start walking<br \/>\nGuiding me slowly down a path from the sand<br \/>\nIn a palm tree lined grove a cluster of buildings<br \/>\nIn front of the largest some more people stand<\/p>\n<p>It seems on the island there are very few families<br \/>\nLiving idyllically out on their own<br \/>\nThey have fishing, and farming and beautiful daughters<br \/>\nBut they don\u2019t have a radio, or even a phone<\/p>\n<p>Marooned on an island, without sons, but with daughters<br \/>\nThese people are happy to see me arrive<br \/>\nI for my part am thrilled with the prospects<br \/>\nBut I\u2019m happy enough just to find I\u2019m alive<\/p>\n<p>The maiden who found me, her name sounds like Klara<br \/>\nIs making it clear that she wants me to stay<br \/>\nShe\u2019s pushing her family to feed me and house me<br \/>\nAnd while she is busy I watch her hips sway<\/p>\n<p>After we\u2019ve eaten, I\u2019m laid on a bed frame<br \/>\nThe weather\u2019s so warm, there are no covers there<br \/>\nI\u2019m quickly asleep but unless I am dreaming<br \/>\nKlara is next to me, totally bare<\/p>\n<p>It takes me two days before I am stable<br \/>\nAble to walk and to move where I please<br \/>\nThe families smile and speak to me often<br \/>\nAnd I\u2019m starting to feel I should be at my ease<\/p>\n<p>Klara is never too far from where I am<br \/>\nMakes sure that I see all that she has to show<br \/>\nHer grass skirt allows me to see all her treasures<br \/>\nHer bare breasts above and her bottom below<\/p>\n<p>Now I am strong again, she stays still closer<br \/>\nShe tries to explain the sounds that she makes<br \/>\nBut it isn\u2019t her words that show me her meanings<br \/>\nHer hands on my body ensure no mistakes<\/p>\n<p>A dinner prepared, I think we\u2019re to be honoured<br \/>\nThe whole of the island has turned up to eat<br \/>\nA pig has been roasted, with fruits and with shellfish<br \/>\nAnd Klara has certainly turned up the heat<\/p>\n<p>They wrap us in flowers and feed us with palm fruits<br \/>\nI\u2019m pretty sure now that I\u2019ve married this girl<br \/>\nThe honeymoon starts in a hut on an island<br \/>\nI\u2019m inside with her, and my mind\u2019s in a whirl<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m waking again to the sound of loud music<br \/>\nI\u2019m back here in London, in a club in a chair<br \/>\nOn my left is the perfect form that is Chantelle<br \/>\nAnd sat on my right is my dream girl called Clare!<br \/>\n Author notes<br \/>\nThis is editted down from a rather more explicit private piece. 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