Goodbye to Lydia from Barbados at Johnny Rockets

Lydia

In the distance a man beholds a living dream,
While realising in the depth’s of his soul
that he will never be the same.
As he walks towards “this vision”
he hears an ominous name;
Lydia, hidden angels of merriment proclaim.
Her touch to him is like fresh milk to a babe’s lips,
Warm, soothing and sustaining with each flowing fingertip.
He is wrapped entirely in her aura,
sharing a connection he can not deny.
A helpless victim of her golden crust,
eager to partake of every slice of the pie.
Thirsting for her charming wit,
whilst hungering for her wondrous affection.
Sheltered by her smile,
yet delightfully frozen from toe to mid-section.
In the presence of this woman,
his queen, he rises upwards like cream.
Willing to serve his mistress in every way,
a man without shame.
Knowing in the depths of his soul
that he will never be the same.
“All in the name of Lydia”,
hidden angels of merriment proclaim.

By Sean R. E. Munnings (1999)
The Raga~Lover