The new dawn - Freewrite and resulting poem

Freewrite/stream of conscious
Helmut newtons bodies in velvet ropes and rooms of amber porcelain silk stocking three sheets to the wind hung candlesticks glinting sweaty windows of six foot tall love. see-through front covers and wrapping fags of woodbine pleasure sitting naked on velvet boxes with deals made in music drugstores on stages with bowties. knee's sore but pleasure gripped with the velvet ruby and amber nest with silly purples, sickly like an infant in a blaze of fields open to the winds where cameras take people on holidays of Amsterdam. We danced the cha cha till the feet broke poor velvet rugs never stood a chance for the yak from Peru needs a hug with the stars, as Tara Lynn and Albert E made out on Kat Dennings nipples like lions in the night surrounding the moon peoples watering-holes.

The new dawn. 

Skinny, tail bushy
Awkward, but ready to learn.
Leaned his back into the velveteen,
watching us wrapping, mixing
movements and hidden moments. Till the
Sharing became shuddering.

Skinny begins to buckle, but firmly
led by me, the mage,
Amber Porcelain, 
into silk stocking rooms.

Before he hits the floor, his clothes
are cornered. Knee’s sore
But pleasure gripped. We bite like lions
Birthing him into his second phase.

Alone,
I take his hands
Bring him to his feet,
Hold him clean.
Till sun-rise, softly,
We dance the cha cha.

One Summers Day...

One summer's day ... that's when it all began, can you remember. I'll let you into a little secret; i had kinda planned it, see i knew that little alcove was there all along, when I squeezed you in there. Boy, that wouldn’t have happened even six months ago, it took me so long to rid you of that home-county prudishness, that oh-so Englishness.
 Remember when we started doing the weekends to those heritage places, and i got you wearing easy access skirts. At first it took a while to talk you into not wearing underwear, i was trying to free you up, i knew you wanted me to do that, i seen the expectancy in your eyes and the red flush on your cheeks. It was so different from the way you were brought up, don't think you ever had any meat in your sandwich till you met me, i got the feeling it was always cucumber and dill with your lot. Anyways remember the musty smell of the corridor where i took your underwear off and you giggled, it was one of the first time you didn't put up a pretend fight. You felt me against you, and you did everything i whispered, remember your quick glance around before you took my erection and helped it slip inside you, how i came inside you. 
Remember how you loved walking around afterwards with some dripping down your bare legs as the guide talked about this being the queens chamber and look there were no doors back in those days. Your afterglow radiated every room we went in. Maybe you knew then that you were carrying the seed of our first born, what a way to conceive eh, can you remember, he's in school at the moment, Henry, he's got his own little peg with his name on it. 
Can you remember, is it swirling around in your head, like my voice, can you recognise my voice, you know it’s me, your husband ... I’m holding your hand, your fingertips are in the palm of my hand I’m the one speaking, hello, remember, it’s me ... can you hear my voice?

Freewriting - It surprised me when ...

It surprised me when ...

It surprised me when ... she took those little skimpy panties off, i mean how can you hide such a thing. I couldn’t even feel the bulge back in the bar, ah seesh only got the night left before I’m back on ship and I’m stuck with a... whatever, in some neon hotel room with god awful pink dirty walls and no light shade...  am kinda hating myself, it’s not the creature in front of me it’s the surroundings., I like tidy, I’m drilled into being spik’an‘span... ah well it’s a life experience; right.

I mean at least there’s the top half, i mean I’m only 18 and this is the first time i been anywhere outside Virginia. Ah shit nobody need know, right, i mean what adult don't have secrets and done things they wished they hadn't but glad they did... i think this is my first of those...

Hey how did you hide that from me i ask, she laughs and says practice... Looks she says getting on the bed… i got the whole menu sailor boy...

 Holy fuckin god’ she really does... I’m drunk and kinda need to sleep with someone, you know for that pretend intimacy that gets you through those long nights and tiring days.. i mean i'm off to the gulf, what if i die and i aint never experienced nothing in life, a white sheet of blank paper no life marks on it. How unlived is that,  i wanna life man i wanna swing from the trees and be the king of the swingers like good old baloo the bear that's me.

It’s still strange being naked with another person, i usually don't feel right see i take a long time to settle, it takes time to trust. I remember my grans backyard with the inflatable pool and all the other kids running around in swimming gear like birds that fly swooping catching the baitball fish that the dolphins create.

I got a picture in my wallet somewhere i should show her; show her I’m a real person and not just drunken sailor who ain't got feelings. Like the song, a like bird on the wire floating on the breeze and running like a candle in the wind. It’s nice to hold her, feeling so close i can see right through her eyes she's a long way from home too, like me a ship in the night mine a big old metal bucket hers a small little wooden sloop. But still two lost ships in the night looking for a port to call home till morning comes and we have to wade through the trash filled streets to the place we curl and sleep for real.

 She sure kiss like a woman, and you know feeling her penis aint' so bad it’s just like her feeling me right? And well underneath are the lady parts so it’s all good. So warm, so loving, so touchy and feely... this is what i needs what i wants. Ahhh yeh ... i'll loss myself with her this one night.... she does' all those things so.... Nice. Am just gonna lay back on the pillow and let it all happen to me, cos you know love can sometimes be like this, right?.

3 min writing excercise - part two

End of the Affair
She's gonna save a fortune on hotels rooms, ah gee, be flippant about it, why not eh.
God life's gonna go back to being the same, boring day to day. Only I'll have her to wonder about, to hide from the wife, pretend the glint is all about her.
She was a fantasy, like a beach you see in the brochures, that beautiful turquoise. God I'll miss swimming in that.
They way she undressed, the way her panties would simmer down her legs.
The initial spark jolted me out of my humdrum into a world of beautiful hotels that i could never afford, she always paid. Always wondered what she got out of me, me, who am i to give what's needed to perfection on legs.
I'm sitting here in the bouquet hotel called 'Mayflower' its so pretty very new England in its styling. The ignition in the old fella was all geared-up, even though we knew the initial spark had pass a short time ago.
The rooms empty, just a little present of a gold tie pin and a white card saying 'bye.'