When the tide is high
The sky is all clear,
Time brings me to lie
low and be austere,
Then a girl says, " Hi."
Handing me with a beer,
Curiosity twitches a question - Why?
Is she being so dear,
When she declined, I sigh
My cockiness with gentle fear,
My kiss made her shy
Teasing backwards showing a pear,
Then again now, Oh my!
What a beauty in swimwears,
Beach sands dusk away eyes,
Of lust fired yearning bare-
In romance in public fly -
Her velvet moist body gear;
She smells of sandalwood dye
In her clothes she adheres -
Quiet love just made aly
In the frost that blares;
Hope with joy, spice igni'e -
Reinstating the palace of flares.