The ocean, sand, lovers ... all go together so well.
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Along the beach we stroll hand-in-hand ...
sifting our toes in the cold, damp sand.
I lean on you--to touch--no demands
looking for sea shells
in the sifting sand.
Dawn lifts up her veil,
still under her spell,
we kiss as waves swell.

We each draw closer, cannot resist.
Why can't we stay ... always like this--
enraptured of a tantilizing kiss?
Want to feel cherished,
savored and relished
before I'm ravaged.
Go slow ... I'm damaged;
for love I'm famished.

Dance, side-by-side, in the foaming tide.
Please have patience for the tears deep inside.
Men of rougher grit have been my ride.
Down on the sand
whispers come in strands.
We soar from mere land.
Wings sprung from each hand
(in fantasies can).

Passions heat the oceans' sprays,
love's blinded by the suns' rays,
we ... wander in love's maze.
Not as two but one
and when loving's done
we're still each one's Hon.
Love surpasses fun ...
even under the sun.

Along the beach we stroll hand-in-hand.
sifting our toes in the warm, calm sand.
I lean on you--to touch--no demands
looking for sea shells.