The music from the base camp
a few miles from Tangiers
could still be heard
from the beach
where you
and Mamie
lay looking out
at he sea and moon
she spoke
of romantic things
her parents
her job
her hopes
you listened
looked at her there
her eyes capturing
moonlight
her hair
her lips moving words
her hands
about your waist
yours on her back
and thigh
some one laughed
from the base camp
more cheering
clapping
music coming
and going in waves
caught by a slight wind
Mamie became silent
and kissed you
her lips on yours
pressing on
her tongue entering
her hands over you
she closed her eyes
sea sound
wind touching skin
voices from the base camp
a guitar sound
voices singing
she **********
(what was left
to undress)
you moving in
smell of sea
and scent
taste on lips
and tongue
gin and shish kebabs
darkness closing in
moonlight and stars
and her kisses
moving to your neck
and cheek
and you sensing
her warmth
her nearness
skin on skin
tough grass
by beach sands
voice calling
laughter
Mamie wordless
just sounds
and breath
and you feeling
her flesh
the fingers moving
sea waves
coming in
shush of the sea
passions high
distant sounds
guitar and laughter
and singing
riding the waves
you and she
and the god almighty
rough moving sea.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 4:41 AM UTC
The music from the base camp
a few miles from Tangiers
could still be heard
from the beach
where you
and Mamie
lay looking out
at he sea and moon
she spoke
of romantic things
her parents
her job
her hopes
you listened
looked at her there
her eyes capturing
moonlight
her hair
her lips moving words
her hands
about your waist
yours on her back
and thigh
some one laughed
from the base camp
more cheering
clapping
music coming
and going in waves
caught by a slight wind
Mamie became silent
and kissed you
her lips on yours
pressing on
her tongue entering
her hands over you
she closed her eyes
sea sound
wind touching skin
voices from the base camp
a guitar sound
voices singing
she **********
(what was left
to undress)
you moving in
smell of sea
and scent
taste on lips
and tongue
gin and shish kebabs
darkness closing in
moonlight and stars
and her kisses
moving to your neck
and cheek
and you sensing
her warmth
her nearness
skin on skin
tough grass
by beach sands
voice calling
laughter
Mamie wordless
just sounds
and breath
and you feeling
her flesh
the fingers moving
sea waves
coming in
shush of the sea
passions high
distant sounds
guitar and laughter
and singing
riding the waves
you and she
and the god almighty
rough moving sea.
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