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Sunday mornin’ South Bend….strange days.
“Only if you promise to take me home.”
“If you don’t tell, I won’t”
“It’ll be our little secret.”
Teasing and tempting…reflecting on images you’d think about long after.
A gloomy, rainy day…
when windows fog from warmth created by untamed pleasure…passion…
An afternoons’ fantasy.
mutual indulgence in unplanned…no…rather…
the culmination of a much planned…and long anticipates session of
tender, touching, tingling, tickling, tempting and totally fulfilling love.
Something I have longed for…
Something you can depend on…
Say the word; summon my unknown talents, passions…
Lay beside me, knowing in two days time…
I’ll be three thousand miles away.
May not meet again…and if…who knows when?
Only a memory of a moment of unrestricted pleasure…
Running fingers gently through your hair
Rubbing your neck, shoulders, stomach and thighs
Kissing lips, ear lobes and so much more…
Warm giving breasts moving with your motions…
Shivering from the touch of my tongue…rising…falling…with each heavier breathe…
Tender regions accepting me…moving with me…enjoying me…
Touching you deep…left…right…and more…
Sitting, kneeling, standing, bending over…
Lying beneath…rocking gently…then in rhythm;
Smiling at your beauty…kissing…holding…
Moving with your desires and our mutual need to release!
If only for this time…this early morning day dream…
But more than just my words and images would I so freely give;
A friend, a lover and experience or unforgettable dream…
This I’d give to you…with only one prerequisite or need;
Ask…just ask…as you requested these pros from me;
A dedication to Chris, to unbridled love…
To freedom…and a dream!
John Charles Rhoades
(Written for a waitress in a “Sambo’s” restaurant on 3-30-1980
in South Bend, IN; just before I shipped out to the Philippines.)
Time to get lonely again…
Stick to my scooter…and friends.
Save some money,
Get closer to home,
God help me…
Amen!
John Charles
