Runes • Nature • Paradise
Poem about nature that describes the paradise of a perfect island and the ability to conjure up whatever you imagine.

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	Paradise My silken bed upholds, Lined with down pillows, Nestled in my cliff-side terrace. At my head, the roots of a cypress grasp the rocks, The branches reach to the temperate blue sky, A placid sunlight-leaf-shade dance in the breeze. To my right, the water cascades by, Filling the fresh water pool below, A natural water-rock-water harmony in the air. At my foot, my bed overlooks the bay, Enwrapped by the crescent land descending to the ocean, A majestic land-sea-sky vista in the distance. To my left, the path meanders down, And along the stream emptying to the sea, A pristine powder-sugar-sand beach at my feet. Behind, the path extends upward, To the peak of my paradise, An idyllic island of my own. I need merely conceive, and it is so: A dolphin jumping in the bay, A deer drinking from the stream, The serenade of birds in the air, The aroma of magnolia in the breeze, Strawberries to appetize me, Coladas to quench me, Lobster to satisfy me. I need not work, My body is perfectly shaped, I do not age, There is no disease, I know no loss, Only joy, Only love. My brunette comes to me, A vision of beauty, A smile of seduction, A touch of massage, A whisper of sweetness, A kiss of moisture, An orgasm of pleasure. And when I so desire, My island becomes a tower, My seascape, a cityscape, My sunset, shooting stars, My brunette, a blonde, My tower, a mountain, My cityscape, a landscape, My stars, four moons, My blonde, a redhead, And back when I desire.

Runes • Nature • ParadisePoem about nature that describes the paradise of a perfect island and the ability to conjure up whatever you imagine.