He had enjoyed this service,
And he’d become familiar
But still felt a bit nervous.
He had enough experience,
And got great satisfaction
From the feather light touches,
And other pleasant distractions.
Like all the others he too
Tipped extra for paying premium,
Amounting to a small cost
For taking the scenic route home.
Watching the sun set by a bar,
Drinking cold coconut rum,
And then to indulge the activities
Of one of the oldest professions.
She had a private bungalow
Neat, clean, and by the beach.
As the waves caressed the shore
She skillfully earned her fees.
Whenever the urge arose in him,
For a few moments, occasionally,
The fragile stings of intimacy
Were strum by fleeting fantasies.
A master at her particular craft,
She knew how to oblige a man,
And he delighted in every instant
In ways only he could understand.