The mid-summer heat
seared the sand like fire.
She walked by me
stopping at my Cabanas shade.

May I she asked?
So young
lithe and beautiful.
Of course I say
but the breaking waves
and sea breeze whisper
Danger......Danger...Danger
Beware …Beware …Beware.

I have not yet tasted
the pleasures of a woman.
Can this be the time?
The time for me.

My racing heart whispers
quietly.... softly
hush hush ...be still.
The salty sea breezes
are whispering

Let it be… it’s your time
…Let it be.

Later I writhed under her.
Between heaven and the sand.
My hand holding hers
As she led me
through the door of manhood.

My boyhood left me
draining into her
as I cried out
in its irrecoverable loss.

The waves rolled relentlessly
breaking on the shore.
Undulating to her rhythm

I feel her soft gentle gifts
aching inside my body
is this it .......is this it?
My soul asks

Then the roar
of the crashing waves
on the rocky shore.
The tender moment
As close as two
humans can be.

Emotions older
than time itself.
I hold her
as a woman and lover.
She rises from me
almost shyly
and says
Thank you.

A seabird cries above
Don’t leave , Don’t Leave.
But her footprints
are washing away
in the foam.

Just her indelible
memory remains
Imprinted forever
like a tattoo
on my young heart.