9 Yrs of Great Memories from the Hobby: Part 3: Josie & the Salacious Swing

[~*RoCKAnGel*~]

July 1989:

Sitting in my swing, staring at the sun
Feeling the sand between my feet,
Feeling a desire to have so much fun,
Back and forth, my face and air meet,

Lost in this moment when my body leaves the ground,
Overwhelmed and overcome by emotion,
Surprised by all the joy this simple activity has found,
Moving through the air like waves in the ocean,

Higher and Higher I try to climb,
Way, way up into the air I go,
Gaining momentum each and every time,
Trying to hold on to this feeling, again I may never know…

Early December 2007: Josie, Up, Up and Away!

Laying down on a table several years later,
Feeling the desire this hour will soon bring,
Again full of so much anticipation as await her,
Then enters Miss Josie, the sweetest little thing,

With deep green eyes that lit the room on fire,
Raising the temperature with her every glance,
I starred deeply into them arousing my every desire,
Cast under her spell, I was lost in her trance,

Then finding myself so intensely focused on her breasts,
So luscious, so perfectly round and so very delicious,
Placing my face in-between them for such a long rest,
So lost in this new activity, so addictively repetitious,

With a smile from this beauty she revealed a wonderful notion,
Asking me to enjoy a moment with her in the swing,
My heart started to beat rapidly with excited commotion,
Profoundly Overwrought with the joy this little act would bring,

Josie hopped into the harness and held onto my wrist,
With a searing salacious sexy stare and smile,
She looked straight into my eyes and said this,
“Hang on tight; hopefully you can last for a while”,

She began to swing back and forth voraciously into the air,
Faster and faster, harder and harder, higher and higher above,
Grinning so much was I like a simple man without a care,
Grasping for every breath, until I came after having enough,

Thereafter we laid on the table cuddling with a sigh,
Fondling and caressing her as we begin to reminisce,
So sadden by the thought of finally having to say good-bye,
Understanding this new found treasure I would fondly miss,

The joy realized as a child; suddenly matured within a single hour,
Courtesy of a lady named Joise who showed me how high I could soar,
With great hope I will once again be drawn by her mystic power,
Knowing with her, I can be enamored and blissful once more.

Cheers,

- Fiddy

 

[Telemachus R]

Nice poem, Fiddy.

Just one typo to point out, on the second line of the last stanza, you wrote "Courtesy of lady named Joise".