Dialogue With a Strange Man, 7

Dialogue With A Strange Good-Looking Man Part 7

My vitamin-ometer tells me I need some D.
So, I collapse, past the cluttered flea markets,
Down and away from the littered shacks,
Onto a sandy little cove at the lake
Where clothing is optional.

Completely disrobed,
I spread my heavy quilt on the beach
And ease myself down,
Stretching out in the sun.

This is rare.
But I feel unabashedly unashamed.

I open myself to the healing warmth
And bask with the curtain of my soul wide open.

Suddenly a shadow comes between.
I rise up on both elbows
And open my eyes.

It is the strange good looking man
Smiling a balmy grin.

He falls on his knees at my feet—
His stare already curling my toenails.
Rubbing my body with both hands,
Kissing me everywhere,

He's pushing me,
Pulling me,
Probing me gently.

Completely uninhibited,
I try to speak,
To tell him how good it feels—
To be loved there!
How much I want him to know!

But all that comes from my throat
Are primal groans—
Moans of longing desperation,

And fulfillment,

And more desire.

My torso writhes in ecstatic pleasure,
Undulating waves of cosmic gush.

He works his way slowly to my face—
His lips on mine,
Our eyes locked intently.

He shakes his head
And says, “You are good medicine,
And SO

Fun

To watch.”