poemorient

�� Mysteries of the Orient

My memories are haunted by a pastel visage,

Oval face like a disseminating moon peers out from the foliage,

Lovely tilted eyes with a star set glowing in each sphere,

I wonder how many admirers have looked enchanted here,

Luminous beige skin reflects pale shades of the Orient,

my desire is raised but to be near you I must be content,

I laugh with you, talk with you, go on the rides,

You grab on to my legs as we go double down tunnel slides,

Wet droplets trickle down or stay bejeweled on you skin,

My eyes gaze upon your European bikini again,

It?s striking and sleek, well formed, just like you,

Spandex held together in giant rings so more skin can show though,

We race to the slip-and-slide, your liquid motion as a deer,

Ebony locks stringing dew in the wind, even Artemis doesn't come near,

I meditate on your delicate Sylvan flowing grace,

Locks of sable stream across your cream-tinted face,

You are not very talkative, rather calm and polite,

Perhaps because you come from Japan your English is slight,

Your exotic beauty has entranced me, your movements like a willow,

our conversations may be short but your voice is like a swallow,

Your sleek hair tumbles down your shoulders like a shadowy cascade,

This place is our special grotto and you are my secret mermaid,

Such a young, long legged beauty, you came to us to avoid learing men,

When I find out you are married my thoughts try to turn from sin,

Alas! I cannot these mysteries of the Orient unveil,

Though I am lost in the charms of your seductive spell,

We met for a day at White Water and I felt the pull of your allure,

but in the end we parted for we are each, in our own way, a traveler,

Oh, Miki, I can still see you standing there slender and tall before we left,

with long raven hair and smooth golden flesh, you left me bereft.

Sayonara, and thank you for all the playful, fond memories,

As I try to forget explorations unbegun like ripe unplucked cherries.

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