Ice Cream - Author: Gary Blankenship, 
gardawg@aol.com 


My favorite ice cream?

When I was young,
blueberry cheesecake
or pecan praline.
I even went through
a French vanilla phase.
But now, coffee 
with semi-sweet
chocolate nuggets;
the tang of mocha bites
the back of my throat
as I nipple on choco bits,
dark freckles on sienna skin.

My partner craves
green tea with ginger spice.

We compromise with champagne 
ice and cinnamon bits. 

(c) Copyright, Gary Blankenship, 2000
All rights reserved - Copy/Duplication Prohibited


The Warm Scent of Tropical Nights
Author: Gary Blankenship,
gardawg@aol.com 

The scent of pineapple wafts
across the lagoon,
hints of coconut and vanilla
ride a soft breeze.

I join my sailor-man,
chief harpooner
from the Boston whaler,
Lady Kathleen.

He plays with my halter,
nipples tweaked,
his hand creeps up my skirt
to my inner thigh.

I slap his fingers in play,
take his arm
to lead him under the banyan tree
behind the taro.

He whispers of how he will
show me ....

Darling, the cookies are ready.
Do you want some while they are hot?

What...?
Uh, yes, John, give me a moment.

Sigh, and I was so enjoying my bath,
and my sailor-man's harpoon...
but then why not the real thing?

crash, a plate of cookies drop
swish, a towel slips down a wet body
ooof, bodies crash onto a bed


I will slide down his harpoon
we both shout
"God, there, she blows!"
till evening.

When I will feed him crumbs,
raisins and pecans
until he reloads his harpoon
as the scent

of pineapple, coconut and love
wafts across the bay.

(c) Copyright, Gary Blankenship, 2000
All rights reserved - Copy/Duplication Prohibited