technology seeps from this mind in the same way
beauty from his skin, completely naturally
a laugh that incites laughter to follow
tendrils of gold drape cheekbones that are pefectly
structured around red-wine lips with plumpness that dare me
to kiss them.
I did!
under a full moon
exchanges of comparable existences
sand as our chair
no need for a blanket
we wrap around each other for warmth
hearts beating together
lips pressed
hands holding
the glow of the moon brightens and we dance away
telling the ocean good night
it crashes back
we drive and park
Unstoppable, your hands, my speedo
my face, your thighs
mounting our beginnings.
clock strikes, upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade....
Posted by: me | December 04, 2007 at 05:54 AM
Didn't the sand get all messy?!
Posted by: Frank | March 18, 2005 at 05:26 PM
when i get lost in space....
Posted by: you silly thing | March 09, 2005 at 03:01 PM
Corey: Maybe it's old, but doggone it's new to me--and quite erotic. Yum. Paul
Posted by: Paul | March 08, 2005 at 06:55 PM
Awwww.... :)
Posted by: Chris Kay | March 08, 2005 at 05:23 AM