I stepped into the bitter cold
Just to have snow blown on my face,
And an ice old wind force my eyes shut.
Mornings like this make me long for the beach
More than anything else,
(except you. . . But that's a different longing entirely).
I'd lay out on the sand,
Until I had that sun kissed glow
That only the beach can give,
If I were at the beach.
I wouldn't mind a little sand
In my salty, ocean tossed hair.
Maybe if I were at the beach,
I'd find a charming boy to whisk
Me away from everything with
Just one sweet, stolen kiss...
But that's a different longing entirely.