White silky sands with rolling dunes
and velvet skies above
where kisses soft, caresses sweet
and all scented by love

where lips have lapped in endless waves
the contours of your shore
and hands have imitated breeze
to stimulate each pore

with limbs like seaweed soft entwined
in salt stained ebb and flow
trace hearts and need in aching skin
as passions fires grow

the pull of moon and call of dawn
are echoed in your eyes
as once again within your arms
we bathe neath autumn skies