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.