Sticky sheets
gooey in between.
Shivering through shouts,
nights last loud.
tickling me with your eyes,
hands moistening thighs,
pale gasps,
crinkled crys,
and waves that rolled then calmed us
close, too close.
Naked, nestled real
in silver hands.
Sweaty smooth,
and gritty
sand.
Fresh faces hot against backs
and kissing
to find pillow lips
plump
and flowing with neon lights,
crakling life.
sweet, following sleep
to the rocks of electicity,
creating soothing simplicity in me.