Noumea Nymphomaniac

Beach near Noumea
she’s reading a book
some divorced women
learning to cook,
The sun is bright
French easygoing
topless, of course
both breasts showing,

I’m eating ice cream
watching her there
watching kite surfers
onshore breeze fair,
She catches my eye
and motions my way
asks me in French
if I’d like to stay,

With French and English
we talk for some time
talk about travel
mountains we’ll climb,
Or maybe just lounge
here in the sun
which is slowly setting
the day nearly done,

We agree to a drink
and some dinner too
she puts on a top
as asks: will this do?
I say it looks lovely
her nipples are firm
and taste very nice
I’ll later learn,

We have a French
apéritif
she asks my profession
I say I’m a thief,
A robber of diamonds
a pirate of sorts
hiding out
in backwater ports,

She says she is also
on the run
Interpole wants her
but not for fun,
Our meal is simple
it brings us delight
we discuss where
to spend the night,

With a bottle of wine
the sound of the sea
the open door
her and me,
We make love like
lovers in fiction
just the correct
amount of friction,

In the morning we have
coffee, eclairs
eating naked
she declares,
She’s enthralled by the feel
of air on her skin
then suggests
we make love again,

Her husband, she says
is working in France
they meet in Paris
when they get a chance,
Until then her plan
is to make love a bunch
mostly with strangers
she picks up at lunch,