A Bed of Deeper Pleasure
This was a letter/ poem written to a beautiful young black girl
who worked for an advertising company.
We had met at a trade show and I had given her my card.
She called me before the end of the day and asked me to go out with her that evening.
We went to dinner and had a wonderful meal and conversation.
She was from Los Angeles and just beginning to adventure in the world.
After dinner, we walked along the San Francisco Bay and she invited me to her room.
It was strange, even to me, that I did so.
It wasn't that I did not want her,
it was that I wanted more than this occasion could offer.
I wanted a deeper bed of pleasure.
Music: Wednesday Night by David Dykstra
To feel you feeling me when you first called
out of the blue of infinite possibilities
Was a feeling I enjoyed
Like finding a treasure on a beach where I had been walking
A voice from a face from a being
I remember first
for your noble forehead
sweet demeanor, lovely smile and young, beautiful, shapely body
I first sought to help and serve you
without any other motive
But, wonder of life as it always is, you called me
before the day was done
asking if I would like to go out with you that very evening
Full of adventure you were
and wonderful daring to do such a thing
and I was very glad that you did
Like a present under the tree at Christmas
Your invitation so full of promise
And it is true
I felt how much I would like to unwrap your gift of God's giving
and admire it all undone and free of coverings
But like any gift of substance
to fully take it in
to drink with complete appreciation
although I wondered how it would be
when you felt me feeling you
as we lay down on a bed of body's ease
and I looked and gazed and sweetly stroked your body
your breasts all 'yes' with desirous delight
your lips all soft and moist with yearning
your eyes sparkling like stars
in the sky of your face
And we drove across a bridge of wonders
Looking back on a city of lights
dancing in the pleasure of each others company
giving and receiving
a man and a woman
a black and a white
old and young
we moved together
and reveled in our differences
We ate and talked and I loved to see you laugh
when you let go your fine feminine mummery of reserve
trying to appear all grown up
I loved your youth and naivete
I would love to have seen you
when I held you down
grasping your wrists above your head
and firmly explore what lay beyond all your holding back
as we both yielded to what is greater
but to go to this far land
for no great gift is given or can be taken or appreciated in a hurry
all things take time and patience to enjoy to their fullest
And so, until then
I will wait upon the Grace of God
as I have always done
as we all do and must
when time may lay out for us
like a long beach on an afternoon of possibility
a night of splendor
and a shared bed of deeper pleasure