The Honeymoon

Introducing: John Charlery - Born in St Lucia in September 1955, John came to the UK aged 15 in 1970. Having always been interested in history and literature, he began enjoying writing poetry from his days as a schoolboy in the Caribbean. However, his creativity became more apparent when he joined the British Army and had to write to friends and relatives. John lives in Walthamstow, East London and currently works as an Employment Adviser and Information Advice & Guidance Representative.

The Honeymoon

The countryside came awake but was quiet and in splendid semi-darkness
as the moonlight enhanced his physical and muscular blackness,
He lay awake and inflamed, still tasting her aroma and sexual musk
while like a feline she sleeps, contented after a night of sensual lust.

Entranced! Her shallow breathing is all he wishes to hear
and the magical harmony of birds, that filled the country air,
Divine and sheer perfection is her body in black silk underwear
as he reaches to touch and kiss her again just about everywhere.

The Countryside it whispers, as the gentle breeze pushes away the rain
just as the stillness is shattered, and she smiled at the sound of a distant train,
Gracefully she wakes and surrenders to his intense chemistry
happy to love and be loved, as they delve into yet another sexual mystery.

Clinging like Gladiators, afraid that one or the other might take flight
helpless and breathless in the early morning moonlight,
Feverishly they kissed as he removed her black silks and laces
Just as the distant train disappeared to many and unknown places.

Hammering like their hearts, each piston against the railway track
their bodies erotically carved by the silver moon peering in through the dark,
To listen to their melody as rippling passions erupt, echoing their
harmony throughout the countryside

Thus taking them on a magical ride of love, like a wave on a floating tide.
The birds sang and the moon just looked on!

J W Charlery
February 1999