On the cool sands, of the seashore,
In the mid of a pale moon light,
We taste our kisses, as never before,
Embraced, fused in total delight.

The night is blest, with silent seagulls
Sleeping on the warmer sands,
As a humid breeze,
Muffles the crashing waves.

The salty perfume, from the ocean's air,
Clashes with the rosy scent,
Emitting,
From your silky golden hair.

On The Edge, of Neptune's domain,
We dare tease, the Gods of the oceans,
Wrapped in a struggle, for control,
Seeking the ultimate, lover's goal.

By: William Bonilla 02/19/03