1/4/09 Our Tropical Night
Scottie Allman © 2009

The days that shown in the moment,
When I knew no other place could match.
Instead I found laughter and freedom,
In her brown tresses that gave contentment.

My heart and soul found light,
Surrounded by the warmth of our Okinawa night.
In the clear tropical air Venus’ eyes,
Wanted no other to gaze.

Back into her own depths,
Locked in embrace.
Those moments should have gone on forever,
No match for the mind my heart does race.

When touched by her silken ivory skin,
Smooth and soft, the covering for passion,
Hid a burning desire for love,
Hand in hand under the starry Okinawa night.