There are days
Which start out like any other
When the unexpected happens
Transported to a different place
To Mariana’s islands
A land of choicest beauty
A place of warmth
Where succulence is found
As the gentle breeze washes over me
Wandering around her delights
I see mountains and valleys
Which tempt me to climb
The crescent of a smile
Covered by rich coatings
Glistening in the light
Then I am drawn
By the scent on the air
To pools of joy
Springing forth
As my hands drape her form
Smitten with desire
Rampant with need
I lie on her beach
Her waters lapping over me
