Seaweed,
sea salt,
ocean spray;
seagulls
sailing,
lost in play;
shady palms
above
us sway;
wanting
to go
all the way.
Oiled bodies
glide
with ease;
swimsuits
on is such
a tease;
let's slow
it down now,
if you please,
to cooler
kisses in
the breeze.
Blue Sea GlassG.J. DürrschmidtGet the books Sex and Sensuality