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Sea Love
I will lay you down in wet sands so soft
As the seagulls watch us
from the clouds aloft
Drinking in the suns warming rays
Silent except
for the sounds of dolphins
As they play
The lapping tides tickling our
toes
And the smell of tropical flowers tantalizing our nose
I can see
you lying there, the water frolicking in your dark hair
The shine of your
wet lips and the soothing of your green-eyed stare
I smile as I melt into
your spell
My heart grows and my loins begin to swell
My eyes are fixed
upon your tan sweet skin
And my mouth explores the places that have caused
men to sin
Entangled now in a passionate embrace
The sun, the moon, the
stars, all seem out of place
Lightning flashes and muscles scream
The
water in the sand around us begins to steam
Like a lion and lioness on the
African plain
We play out this pleasure, again, and still again
Then as
the dusk gives way to the cool night air
I run my fingers through your
tangled hair
Looking deep into those eyes so bright
Fills me with even
deeper delight
Now we rest in a lovers knot lying spent in the sand
Gazing at one another with feelings we can't understand
Holding so
tight we drift off to sleep,
To the sound of our hearts together as one
beat
The night sea with all its waves
Was the only witness to the song
we have played.
—Guy Spastic © 2004
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