My Little Paradise

Casting my eyes way
Beyond the horizon far, what do I see
My little corner of paradise stretching before me
Filling me with yearnings of what it used to be
Stretching before me I see an undulating sea
A calm ocean as calm as can be,
Not, a whisper of a breeze
But as still as a pond reflecting before me mirrored like
Rolling waves, like music to my ears hitting the shore
Like a symphony the shingle rasping sound
Mesmerising, mesmerising me
Whispering softly to me whooshing around ...
In my minds, mind, am in paradise
Just me!
The gulls & the sparrow hawks hovering motionlessly
Against the bluest of skies
Reaching to kiss me an ocean
Undulating indolently to reach me
Penetrating it's coldness shocking me
Seeping through me, as I yelp, surprisingly
Winding around me like a game...
Like a lover embracing me ...
Your minds not your own it belongs not to me...
As you give yourself to the feeling
Dancing indolently irrevocably, like a dopamine, infernally
To a point of feverishness
As in a dream offering myself arms opened wide
Stretching on that rock feeling, for a moment or two
A sun-kissed, breeze whispering over me
In my minds, mind I can see you leaning over me...
Before my eyes, indolently gazing at me
Stretched out on that rock as if a mermaid I'd be
Whispering Connie on he rocks!! Was He!
Would you like that to be?
Just you and me!!
I liked the vision of He...
His hair red, like the burning sun, above me
His eyes blue, the bluest eyes you'd ever see
Like the colour of my skies
Or a cornflower field
Dancing in the breeze smiling down at me...
His thoughts I could see running right through me
As I reached my hand to He
Lifting myself half way, gazing into his eyes
Touching his lips with mine adorable was He...
He came from the sea like Neptune god of the seas
Riding skimming through the waves reaching me
In confusion, my mind refused to see
Mesmerised by He that was me!
In his stance standing his ground assuredly
Impossible to say!
Or just my mind so full, of He, conjuring He
That he'd come to me!
The touch of his hands whispering over me...
Making me shudder in the extreme
His touch so sure, He knew how to play me
As He kissed me unhurriedly
Like a harp playing me!
Under his touch, I was his...
Into oblivion my mind unfocused became
I could see the lust within He
As he whispered to me,
Connie on the rocks as hot as can be!
Not even a whisper of a breeze between you and me
In our veins, our blood's boiling
To Centigrade or Fahrenheit all the same to me
Carrying me, to hell and back,
Carrying me into a chasm infinitely...

                     By Connie James