Would you consider a pebble
To have a soul?
A mineral formation to remember?
Your hot palms against its sunlit structure...
Her blazing summertime pearls
Smiling, caressed by the wind,
Desigual dress fluttering ...
As a rose bush of papillons playing
With her slender, wanton figure,
Cocoa, brown and beautiful.
Pressed by your torso,
Exposed, tan oiled, burning with
Desire in salted air ~ black long linen pants,
Flickering around your ankles.
Driven by the wind, excited
Manly, potent and bold. Leaning over,
Scenting femininity ...
Body to body
Dancing ~ Waving
Mutual as the warm sea waves were curling
Around the shore rocks, flushing over the tiniest cracks;
Fulfilling, refreshing hidden sea creatures.
***** running for a shelter, silvery fish
Pulsating as one organism;
Making clusters, departing,
Breathing, breathing in,
Impatient sandals bumping. . .