His Personal….

He clung to them for security
Tightly
Like a lifesaver
Thrown to him in tumultuous waters
They were his salvation
His security blanket
His personal pillows
On which to lay his weary head

He clung to them for refuge
Firmly
For they were firm
Pushing them together
Then pulling them apart
Like reunited then broken hearts
His personal clouds
On which to dream away

He clung to them for gratification
Affectionately
With hands, tongue, lips and teeth
Kissing, nibbling, sucking and biting
Carefully caressing
Mounds of mahogany
Milk chocolate mountains for him to explore
Yes, she had other terrains that needed discovering
Hidden valleys, ebony hills,
Back alleys, rugged terrains
Refreshing rivers-cool and deep
But for now
He was a mountain climber
Alternating between Everett and Helen
His personal peeks
On which to plant his flag