Beauty on the Beach,
Blooms sending scent Plumes.
Intoxicated, not due to the wine,
Held tight, you whisper "mine."

Wind whispering a sweet tune,
Shielded from sight amidst the sand dunes:
GooseFlesh, white skin, stark in the Moonlight.

      Our bodies cover each other,      
we shake together,
At ******, we quake together,
Kisses smother each other.

Beauty at the Beach
Life's ripe Peach,
Forbidden but begging to be bitten,
Bitterly wish to relive what's been written.