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Tropical Paradise **
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Love Bird and the Beach ***
by
Barry R. Long
part 1 of 12 (love bird & the beach)
I
was a solo father, of many a year with a son about to leave on his
great adventure in life,
with not much by the way of prospects,
being in the mid forties too old to gain much by way of useful
employ, and too young at heart to retreat into oblivion. Of
average looks and the odd hint of a life that was sometimes
unkind. Yet retaining a youthful exuberance, choosing to retain
wearing my semi long hair of auburn. Standing at five foot eight,
of slim build, with lively hazel eyes the only natural asset in
the attraction department. Could indeed be referred to as a common
man. With a strong love of nature, animals, and helping
people.
Life was good that summer, the new business I had
started was growing and held all the earmarks of taking off.
Hadn't made any profit as yet, though this was strangely
unimportant. I was doing exactly what I wanted to do, and enjoying
the challenge immensely, and life had meaning once more. Yet all
the while inside me intense emotions and passions of a different
nature were bubbling inside me. At first I didn't recognise them,
and so promptly dismissed them. Yet they persistently remained,
ever so slightly increasing in intensity, day by day they grew,
until they took form one night. One hot, sticky night when I awoke
from an intense dream, a fiery passionate dream, with my manhood
still pulsating with burning desire, looking down in astonishment
as it erupted like a volcano, with such force as to hear the thud
as my passion lava hit the sheets. It was then I recognised what
had been bubbling up inside me. It had been over two years since I
had given up on the passionate affections of a lady, vowing never
to have another. The last had been such that I had decided that no
way did I ever want to experience a similar devastation. Yet time
and nature had been working silently curing and nurturing me back
to wholeness. Yes it was time to find that certain someone to
share this journey of life with. Then like a flood washing over me
a miriade of doubt invaded every sense. Where do I start ? How
would I recognise her if I found her ? Why would a woman want to
be with me, as I had nothing still ? Am I too old to be attractive
? Will I be able to fully trust another ? and a thousand others.
Until I screamed to myself “forget it”, get on with
life alone who needs it anyway things are going well just by
myself.
So I went back to business as usual hardly giving it
any more thought. Yet still nature kept working it's cure upon me,
telling me ever so softly, “it's ok, you are meant to be
with another. That there was one that was destined for me to be
with, and that all I had to was look, that's all just look”.
I found myself without deliberate thought upon seeing the ladies I
met and liked, wondering would she be 'the one' and having
imaginings of what lovemaking would be like with these women. I
also started noticing that I was receiving some very warm and
friendly glances from these women in return. Filling me with a
sense of attractiveness and desirability I had long since thought
lost. Yet I was still no closer to finding the identity of whom
was destined to be my lover.
Then one day a friend related how
he had discovered a beach, a very special beach. At this beach
people both men and women would write a message to their lover to
be, and set it adrift. He also told me of a love bird that would
visit each night, gather up reply messages, and deliver these
collected return messages to the beach from whence they came. The
idea of such a beach intrigued me. But where do these messages go
? I asked of my friend, to which he replied, “some come back
to the same beach, some drift across the bay, some follow the
shore line to the other side of the island, and some go far out to
sea and arrive on beaches in distant lands”. Although
intrigued by this I didn't seek out the beach. Yet over a couple
of weeks my friend told me of some of the messages he had
received, some from women looking for several lovers, some from
women just wanting sexual buddies, and some of them wanting a
husband, plus some wanting soul-mate lovers. Eventually I decided
well why not, I would send a message myself. What could be the
worst, that it hit a rocky shore and sink never to be read ?. So
one day I went with my friend to this special beach with my
message in hand after placing it in a bottle and sealing it tight,
threw it out into the tide. It felt strangely exciting as if I was
setting out on a new adventure, with an uncertain
destination.
Returned the next day to see if it had returned
with another attached. There was no sign of it anywhere. The next
day I returned and still no sign of it anywhere. This went on for
a week, and I was beginning to think perhaps the rocky shore had
indeed found it. I decided to go once more before giving up and
there it was. With apprehension and exhilaration I opened it to
read the attached message, it was from a lady on the other side of
the island. It said how she wanted several lovers at once, and
wanted to know if my manhood would be up to the task. I sent a
return message to her stating how I thanked her for her interest,
but that my manhood wasn't into group activities and wished her
well on her quest. Leaving it there for the love bird to collect.
I left the beach that day wondering whether it was such a bright
idea sending my message out there if this was what it would
return. My friend equated it to fishing, and one should always let
the first one go back, to appease the spirits of the sea. I didn't
return for a few days, choosing to concentrate on business
instead.
My friend turned up on his way to the beach asking if
I would join him. I had finished all my work and feeling bored so
I accompanied him. I checked the beach and there was no sign of my
message anywhere, I felt like even nature was frowning on me, the
weather was closing in and threatening to rain. I was about to
leave the beach never to return. As I walked to the far end of the
shore, a bottle was sitting by itself, “could this be my
bottle it looks the same?”, I asked myself. As I got to it I
realised it was the same sort of bottle yet not mine. Unlike my
message this one contained a picture, mystically calling me to
open it. Although reluctant to open it, it seemed to call to me in
some fashion I could not fathom. I couldn't deny the call and
proceeded to undo the lid, and I withdrew the message. The message
it held was from a lady on a relatively near shore. It read as
singing to my ears, with a voice so sweet and pure. It was a song
of love, kindness, warmth and happiness, and that her one desire
was to find the man meant for her, so as she could share all she
had to give, asking simply for him to desire and love her in
return. I hardly noticed the smile of my soul as it sang its song
of love, nor did the dark clouds about, hold any importance
anymore. It was after reading twice, for it was so incredibly
awesome, that I then reached into the bottle for the picture. What
would be waiting?, what did this amazing author look like?, old?,
be-withered?. As I slowly drew the picture from the bottle, my
heart leaped with joy as it revealed the most outstanding smile
these eyes had ever in memory seen. With eyes that glistened with
friendship, the cutest dimple, and adorable nose, she looked truly
beautiful. As if to try and out shine her natural good looks, her
long, frizzy, freshly brushed blonde hair draped about her head,
seductively passing over her shoulders gently covering her
obviously full vivacious breasts. I remember vaguely hearing
thunder in the background and feeling what would surely have been
a downpour about me, yet it was irrelevant and held no meaning,
for I was in a tropical paradise, on a perfect day, with the most
gorgeous girl ever.
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Copyright: Barry R. Long,
February 2004
Published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz - 1st. March
2004
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