In sweetened shreds that hint of Shangri-La
I see the sky entice the naughty sea
and endless beaches acting so bourgeois,
as Coconut Bay wakes a mind that’s free.
Moist tender flesh is ensnared in darkness
bittersweet taste that melts hot on the tongue
sending senses swirling and I confess
passion for tropical heat all along.
She takes me from cold England’s wind and rain
in embraces where each moment is bliss,
in this paradise, she eases my pain,
O loving caress of Bounty’s sweet kiss.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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