It started with the lay he wrapped around her neck.
It was blue, and he whispers "let me explore you"
Explore you on this tropical night.
Enticed with looks of vulnerability as the coconuts fell from the tree.
They cracked open, and so did she.
He held her limbs, thrusting his pelvic into her. Entirely.
She lies with him by the sea. He sees her. Watching her cry.
"Don't stop"
"You make me feel free!"
"Don't shout!"
Don't want anyone to inquire on this wonderous desire.
The flame from the bonfire burns so good.
This feels too right, so tight.
The sound of her moans induce his groans.
Deep breaths.
Explodes in pleasure.
All done?
Unashamed.
No chasing her, his back facing her.
No eyes to quench the urge.
He leaves as the seasons.
The palms are all gone.
And she lays. With her blue lay.
She will never take it off her neck.