Waves pulling back from the shifting paradigms

flutter of sands that lift in these clockwork times

invited for a stroll of boardwalks flesh and naked

pleasures not planned nor ever thought as fated

blinking eye of lens to make the distance inches

crawling up pale legs with pulling achy flinches

swearing to stone Saints it’s there within the folds

thick lips part for pleasures time for now withholds

cupped hands wrap to build up quickened sensations

movement there where heads reveal such temptations

tasting moisture that wears the edge of sweet elation

wild crescendo seconds a shared place of destination

points alive and pounding to the pulse of inner eyes

feeding fantasies such food on which our love relies

rock tossed and rising fast when called upon demand

urging torture with flashes the weak cannot withstand

if stitched with perfect thread through great and small

still nothing could compare to a face in ecstasy recalled

visioned beauty’s swift arrival with this body’s pure release

alas I am a prisoner now to this love that shall not cease