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Pattaya
Pattaya, I am breathless for your beat,
Sawasdee bleat to my eager ears,
The buzz and drone my spirit hears!
Succor of sweet voice from alley and door,
Warm wave of arms, and tapping feet,
And the measured tread of yearning as she nears!
Passion, my ship has come to shore!
Within my keel I feel a great lurch,
Straight turned to teak, from spine to head,
To the chambers of ardency I am led,
Among doves cooing from their perch
One on each arm round me bade,
Rumors of dancing shadows in the shade,
By the stairway to heaven, steep and tall,
To the rainbow at the end of the hall,
A heartbeat’s pause to look down,
A moment, peering beneath the gown
In angelic liberation of mortal gall.
Beneath a neon moon, I will make my bed,
In a night escarpment of valley and hill,
I’ll unwrap my want in silence deep and still
That one might not hear, like a butterfly’s tread,
The slippery tongue of lust, as it went
Creeping along from belly button to satin tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
For lifetimes it seems I will feel the spell
Of the place and the hour, passion secretly fed,
Till mouth and breast and heart is red,
My stalwart resolve never bent.
In sweltering vales far away,
Where the glistening moon widens for the bay,
Where a sea of pink tempests whirl and float
On the rising tide in a velvet boat.
Yet soon again, keen to cast off and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
Carnal pirate, I draw the glitter near.
Rowing hard at the scull side,
Coxswain at the seascape crisp and clear,
Then, impetuous, stamp the earth,
And turn and test the tightening girth,
Worth of my salt, tasting the fruit of my search,
Ringing the bell on the tower of my church!
I raise my mead, and drink my fill.
With pussy cats purring lovingly still,
I pet, I pamper, I yearn!
And lo! as I look, on allurement’s height,
Glimmering, shimmering, gleaming of light,
I kindle my flame again – with joy I burn!
Lingering, I gaze, ‘til full of her sight,
Into a harbor of paradise I turn.
On Walking Street, I walk and walk.
Pattaya, I love you long time, mak mak!
~ Daniel F Mitchell
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