She lay next to me. Her hair like sand As it sifts through my hand. The perfumes of her hair Are coming from the sea Out there; Out there where the sun Burns its ****** flame And settles to rise In the oceans of Michelle's eyes. Undone With lace and pearls she plays her little game Teasing and taunting me with the beauty Of her body; she embraces me with kisses as waves copulate on the sea.